[] One Shots [] Xiaoxaether []

What If I Called Your Name?

I laid there as the rain poured, soaking every inch of the earth, including me.
I laid there wondering about things I could have done, thinking about all my regrets.
I laid there listening to the heavy downpour. Listening to it as it settles on the ground.

I would have wanted you to be by my side as my last request.
I know it would be impossible though, you are out adventuring in other worlds and I am on my lonesome 'death bed'.

I could feel the warmth of my blood soaking my clothes and mixing with the puddled water.

It was a mess. I was a mess.

Though, I guess death was never designed to be clean.

I sighed, I had often thought about how I would die, I never expected it to be like this.

I wanted to remember you in my final moments. "Xiao" I could hear bright as day, how you would call me when you were in need of aid.
I remained motionless, thinking about you, traveller..

No...

Your name is Aether.

I never called you by your name. I don't know why though...

Was I too scared to get close to you?
Scared to get attached to you?

I can only wonder as it's all in the memories.

"Call out my name, I will be here when you call," I would often remind you whenever we crossed paths.

I managed to open my mouth, "Call out my name.." I mumbled.

"Aether," My voice cracked. My voice broke after that, I couldn't call for you anymore.

My body was becoming more tired and what you could call relaxed. I could no longer open my eyes, almost like they were glued shut. The pain I felt had numbed and the noise of the rainfall had stopped, not being able to sense anything anymore.

Has the day finally come?

I could feel nothing anymore, I guess this is death.

Though... What is this sudden warmth I feel?