Author's note: Sorry if this will trigger some people or this will be sensitive to some viewers but if this does upset you please don't read this. If not please read. Thanks bye :)
Gaege's POV: (Past)
"GUYS, JUST GO!! I'LL TAKE CARE OF THIS!! PLUS, IT'S MY FAULT FOR PUTTING YOU THROUGH ALL THIS!! I NEED TO MEET MY FATE!!" Narrator yells in pain. He's sacrificing himself for us. To protect us. He has suffered enough to eventually receive this punishment. Besides. It's his fate, after all. He said it himself. "No.. NARRATOR!!" I scream, watching my best friend take in all the hits and punches from whatever this was hurting him. "JUICY NO!" Eddie pulls me back into his arms as we both watch our favourite Narrator succumb to his demise. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This didn't feel real. I was too caught up in the moment. Yet, I didn't process that this would linger in my brain for years to come.
Gaege's POV: (Present day)
It's been two years since Narrator died to protect me and Eddie. And have we mourned his death since and got on with our lives again? Of course we fucking haven't. We still can't stop thinking about that moment. It's been replaying in our heads for so long. I'm getting sick of it. Why can't we just forget about it for at least five minutes? Because he was our best friend. Sweet, friendly, outgoing, loved voice acting, and tried to pursue a career in that. But death knocked on his door, and he answered it. It took him too soon. He was only twenty-seven. Still had his whole life ahead of him. I still miss him. So does Eddie. We pray to God that one day, he'll magically appear on our doorstep. Or we'll wake up in our beds and find him sitting downstairs on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hands. But he's dead. For real. Eddie and I were eating our breakfast downstairs in silence. Missing all the conversations with our beloved Narrator. He would always love to talk during breakfast and talk about all the random things that pop into his head. But there was nothing to talk about. Our heads were still drowning in thoughts of all the times Narrator would make a stupid dad joke even though we would still laugh at them. Makes me miss him even more. After our breakfast, I washed the plates and watched some TV to take my mind off him. Nowadays, nothing can take my mind off Narrator. Other than Eddie. He always tries to take me everywhere to help my mind at ease. It works. But not for long. Also helps that we are dating. It's what Narrator would've wanted. My feelings for Eddie started to develop when we all first met. The more I looked at him, the more I had this massive feeling in my chest. But I didn't have the balls to tell him before Narrator passed. I wish I could see how he would react if he was still alive. I thought it was best to tell him a day after he died. Of course, he said yes, which made me feel happy. But not enough to overlook the fact that our best friend is gone. Eddie and I are cuddling on the couch, trying everything we can to move past our best friend's death. Nothing's working. We still can't think about anything else. "So what do you wanna do?" Eddie asks with his hand on top of mine. "There's nothing we can do." I mumbled, feeling tears swell in my eyes. "Come on. There's gotta be something to take our minds off him." He replies sadly, feeling my pain. "What is there to do, Eddie!? Narrator's dead for fucks sake! I can't live without him! I physically can't. And you know that.." I yell, my tears cascading down my face like a waterfall. Eddie's eyes look at mine with sadness and guilt yet with empathy. Eddie can deal with grief easier than I can. Yes, he will still mourn his death, but he puts his mind at ease and tells himself that he's passed on into heaven and has rest now. However, I can't. I'm not like him. But he knows. And always supports me when I need it most. "Ok. Shit. I'm sorry hun." He whispers, calming me down. He walks up to me with his arms wide open as I stumble into them, wrapping my arms around his back, digging my face into his chest. I feel his face dig into my hair like a pillow and plant a sweet kiss on the top of my head. It feels nice, but I can't stop thinking about Narrator. My eyes scrunch up like paper, and I feel all my built-up tears fall. It will get better eventually. I tell myself. I love Eddie. He loves me. I know he will support me through all of this no matter what, and he knows I will, too. Rest in peace, Narrator. Eddie and I will forever miss you until we meet you in heaven. Love you so much...
Btw I hope you all know that this was just for fun Narrator isn't actually dead so don't get too caught up in the story😂
