[Hank x 2Bdamned] • A Madness Combat Oneshot Book

≈ Whispers Of The Wind ≈

THIS ISNT A REQUEST BUT THIS IDEA JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD!!
HURT NO COMFORT!!!
Very short

[Hank's POV]

I stared at the meaningless calendar. Finally getting the motivation to rip the day's page off.
It's been a year.
It's been a year since 2B's death.

"Still miss me?" I heard him. I flung my head back to the noise, seeing nothing but wind blow dust up into the air.
I shuddered when feeling ghostly fingers tap up my chin to my cheek.
"Oh come on Hank, I know you can hear me."
My eyes darted everywhere, now I was sitting straight up, quite literally, on the edge of my seat.

A low hum filled my ears, digging into my head.
"It hurts to know you miss me, after all, now I'm just a figment of your imagination," I heard him sigh.
"I guess I'll be going now." He continued.
Out of the corner of my eye, at the doorway, I saw a piece of black fabric from 2B's jacket leave.
I rushed to the door, gripping at the sides and hopelessly looking around the hallway.
I saw the black again, out the front.

All the way.. all the way to a cliff.
I saw him jump down, did I make that up?
In my blind haze I shifted closer and closer to the edge.
Will I be with him if I jump?
"Hank!" I whipped my head around seeing Sanford and Deimos running at me.
I snapped back to reality.
My body collapsed onto the ground.

"You really didn't change at all, Wimbleton,"
I saw my lover's black boots walk across the ground before blacking out.
One last time.

Then I woke up.
My eyes slowly shifted to the clock.
It was the next day.

"You can't get rid of me that easily."