Let's Talk About Death

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TW: Existentialism
(You and your crush)

Your POV:
Ah yes, once again I am having a dream about the boogeyman. I swear to god it happens once a month and at this point I'm tired. He's not even scary to me anymore. He thinks those long claws of his and sloppy holes for eyes will have me quaking in my socks. Well jokes on him cause I-
I had been interrupted from this dream about telling someone about the boogeyman dream I keep having. Isn't that meta. But my humorous presence was stifled by the sound of someone crying next to me.
      I didn't even hear it at first she was so quiet. But the more I listened, the more I began to worry. "Sweetheart?" I knew she heard this because when I said it, the covers were still and she tried not to make any sound. "Is everything alright?" Before I could finish that sentence, she latched onto me for dear life. "(c/n) hey, I'm right here. I've got you" I held her tight.
      "I'm scared."
      "What are you scared of sweetheart?"
      "I'm scared of... death." I felt her breathing get faster and gently stroked her back.
      "Shhh hush (c/n). It's okay. Do you want to talk about it?" She thought for a minute. And then nodded her head. "Okay, what about it scares you."
      "Like, how it's forever. I'm afraid I'll get bored...and what if it's not what I thought it was...and what if I'm sent to a terrible fate...and what if it's just nothing. She said this through sobs and I couldn't help but hold a sad empathetic look on my face.
      "Hey," I pulled her into a cuddle and let her head nuzzle into the crook of my neck. "Everyone has those thoughts from time to time. What helped me was adjusting my belief systems into how it works. It may not be for everyone and it may not be right, but at least it means I'll be okay while I'm here." I rubbed her back and she made a slight whimpering sound. "What is it?"
      "I don't know, just...just hold me."
      "Okay love, I can do that. And you can always talk to me about stuff like this anytime, okay?"
      "Mhm..." this was muffled but it was enough for me to believe she would. I wrapped her in a tighter hug and sang her to sleep. When she finally was, I caressed her cheek, wiping a remaining tear away.
      "Everything is going to be alright, I promise."

Note: Kinda short

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