TW: Suicide + Blood
Emma's POV
I never knew this day would come. A day that I never knew would ever come. Digging me and my once lover's graves. I know I am alive but he isn't, there was no other person I actually enjoyed being around. Paul knew me. Even though we only know each other from just some fucking coffee shop, he knew me better than anyone else. A coffee shop regular and a barista to a friendship to one kiss to ghost.
I kept digging and digging with this shitty shovel. My arms ached and my knees broke, but I kept going. I was almost done.
"Fuck you Hatchetfield and fuck you Clivesdale." I mutter out of anger.
As soon as I knew it was big enough, I arched my body back and climbed out with my shovel. I see Paul's lifeless body lay there.
"Why you? Out of all people..."
Blood spued all over him. Bullet wounds on his chest to his head, blue slime splattered all over him. He was a fucking goner. I stared and felt tears sweep my face. I lost him to a bunch of aliens that some how got weapons. I'm lucky I even dragged this far. I needed to. I am not leaving this stupid fucking town without him.
I immediately wiped away my tears. I need to get this over with. I took his gun away from his belt and started drag his body to his grave. He flopped in there. His once living blue eyes were now a ashy, blue light. He was gone.
"This is for you Paul."
I begin to walk over in front of my grave. I stand there taking in what I'm about to do. I line up the gun to my forehead and look back once to make sure I'd make it in.
"I'll be there with you."
BANG
A/N: This one was short (I NEED IDEAS PLEASE PLEASE OLEse)
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ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 <Oneshots>
FanfictionThis is just Paulkins oneshots because I'm still grieving over the end of TGWDLM. Let me tell you I cried so bad. Anyways some oneshotd may contain triggering topics. Some oneshots will be fluff and angst cause I don't like writing smut. Feel free t...
