No Pixel Oneshots

Ride or die (You always save me 3)

1 month later...

Walking through the cemetery, to the grave he visits everyday, Randy holds the black rose that is in his hand, close to his chest.

"Hi," He whispers softly, leaning down beside her gravestone. "It's been a month already. Crazy, right?" He chuckles softly. "I miss you, Raymundo... I really do."

"It's not really believable that a girl that barely stayed in the city for the past few years, left such an effect on me, to be honest." A low rumble comes out of him. "But it's true." He sighs. "It's completely true.."

"Not just me, Ray, but you left an impact, your mark on so many people. I am proud of you, really. I always was and I always will be." He smiles softly to himself, his gaze fixated on the black rose in his hand as he fiddles with it.

"A lot of people come to visit you everyday, huh? Atleast you're not alone in the grave a whole lot.." There's still a gentle smile on his face as he reminisces their most beautiful memories together.

The day she came back to the city after completing her studies, their first house robbery, their years and years of banter and playful fighting. Their heartfelt talks and the times they spent together, just enjoying life and each other's presence. Even their school days when they were young and naive.

His last memory comes down to not her death, but rather the condition of his people after it happened. "I think you know how everyone's been. But I know a lot of people haven't visited you since your funeral, have they?" His gaze softens as he scans her name engraved on the gravestone above her death bed.

"Yes, I am talking about Taco." He closes his eyes for a second, sighing. "He doesn't want to believe that you're gone— that the closest thing he had to a sister is now gone and will never return."

"Nobody does, to be honest... I don't either." His finger rake over the soil that his ride or die is burried under. "But we have to..." He sighs. "We have to believe that you're gone and that you'll never come back because it's true.. You're gone.. forever." He lets out a shuddered breathing, trying to control the emotions that are waiting to spill out of him.

"Vinny has forgiven me. Well.. the best way he can, he has." He bites his lip softly, craning his neck to gaze up at the sky. "But I see the pain in his eyes everytime I am in front of him."

"Seeing me reminds him of you... seeing me reminds him that he'll never see you again and that I am the cause for it." He fists his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white. "He is reminded everytime he looks at me that I am the cause of your death."

He looks back down as a lone tear falls from his eye. "That you trusted me to save you but I failed... I failed you, your trust.."

"I used to be mad about it.. I used to get really angry at myself for it. I blamed myself for your death.. I mean, I still do, but I realized something.." He rolls his quivering lip between his teeth as more tears travel down his cheeks. "I realized that my regret is of no use... It won't save you.. not anymore." He shuts his eyes close. "Nothing will anymore." A sob breaks out of him.

"Nothing will because you're dead... my ride of die is dead." His hand scraped the dirt above her grave before he gets up. "What's the point of living then, Ray?"

"What's the point of me living without you— without annoying you, fighting with you, robbing banks or going on drives with you...?"

"None." He declares. "There is no point." He gulps. "Not anymore.."

"You are dead... I can't go on without you, can I?" He wipes his tears with his free hand. "That's how ride or dies work, don't they?"

"They do." He declares. "They don't keep on enjoying the ride while their other half is dead. That's just not how it works. They either ride or they die... but together." He bends down and puts the black rose down, on top of her grave— on top of his ride or die's grave. The last rose he ever gave her.

"See you on the other side, Raymundo."

A shot rang out, making the birds settled around the cemetery fly off as his body fell limp on the top of the grave of his other half— his ride or die.