Hatchetfeild Oneshots

Final Thoughts

Okay so this is going to be VERY short so I'm sorry about that

Trying out the "starting and ending with the same sentence/couple sentences" thing for the first time so sorry if I messed it up.

I'm not a huge fan of the pacing in this (I think it goes too fast) and I'm working on fixing it but I just want it to be published to satisfy the AuDHD Lord in my brain

TW:
Character Death
Non-Descriptive/Implied Gore

I almost cried while writing this.
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He knew it was over. There was no way to stop it. Paul knew as he sat on a chair in the audience of The Starlight of which he was knocked onto as a result of the blast that he couldn't save anyone. He wasn't sure how bad it was, but from the excruciating pain he was experiencing he felt safe assuming the grenade had fucked him up good. He sat there and thought. Thought about his unhappy life. About the people— person he'd grown close to. He remembered Em. Em— something. As hard as he tried he couldn't remember the rest of her name. He couldn't remember what she looked like either. All he really knew was that she was kind, sarcastic, and that he loved her. Or at least he must've because he was sacrificing himself for her. He finally admitting it to himself. He was doing all of this for her. He'd do anything for her. Or at least he would if he wasn't actively dying. No. Dead. He knew it was over. There was no way to stop it.