Crook And Assassian

𝐱𝐢𝐢 | 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝

[Chapter Twelve]

"Nothing quite like dying to make you think about all the mistakes, all the wrong choices."

[Excerpt]

The room was cold, too cold. It had been cold when Leonard was alive, but this was different. This feeling chilled Sara right to the bone. Looking around, she grabbed his jacket off the chair and slid her arms into it pulling it tight around her body as she moved over to the bed. She hadn't given much thought to how her friends and family had had to deal with her death. She also hadn't thought that she would ever have to go through the same thing. Especially not with Leonard. But here she was mourning the loss of someone who had become so important to her, that he was worth the tears, she wouldn't have usually cried.

It seemed different in there without him, like she shouldn't be in the room. Sara climbed onto the bed and sighed. Pulling the hood over her head, she lay down and curled herself into a ball. She felt the tears on her cheeks before she even realized that she was crying. Sara pulled the pillow from the top of the bed to her and hugged it. It still smelled like Leonard, much like the jacket she had put on. Closing her eyes, she continued to cry, annoyed at herself for doing so and the world for being so cruel.

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because when she woke up, she found him staring at her.

"My jacket looks good on you."

"Thank God," Sara said, flying off the bed into his arms, "I just had the worst dream."

She felt Leonard slowly wrap his arms around her, and she tighten her only around his waist.

"What was the dream about?" He asked.

"You, you were a dumbass and died trying to be a hero," she mumbled against his chest.

Authors Note

Website: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8252192
By: newyorkcity_dreaming
Status: Completed

  Length: One-Shot