𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

Riverdale~Joaquin Desantos~Trailer Park

As Joaquin and I walked through the Sunnyside Trailer Park, our fingers intertwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me. Being with him made me feel like nothing else in the world mattered. But that sense of peace was shattered in an instant when the Blackhood emerged from the bushes, taking aim and firing a shot that hit me in the side of my stomach.

I cried out in pain, my body collapsing to the ground as Joaquin caught me in his arms. Everything around me seemed to blur as the agony radiated through my entire being. I clung to Joaquin, desperate for his comforting presence to ease my suffering.

"Y/N! Y/N, baby girl, stay with me, please, please!" Joaquin pleaded, his voice filled with fear and desperation. "We need to get you inside, we need to get help."

I tried to respond, to tell him that I was okay, that everything would be fine, but the pain was too overwhelming. I could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone coherent words. Joaquin's strong arms carried me inside our shared trailer, setting me gently on the sofa before quickly grabbing his phone to call for help.

I could hear him on the phone, his voice urgent as he told my dad FP and my brother Jughead what had happened. The sound of their footsteps approaching the trailer seemed to echo in my ears, a lifeline in the darkness that threatened to consume me.

FP rushed to my side, his worry etched on his face as he examined the wound. Jughead stood by, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes wide with terror. I could feel their concern, their fear for my well-being, and it only served to remind me of how much I meant to them.

"Y/N stay with us, alright? You'll be okay!" FP said, as he got a first aid kit out and began looking at my wound.

Thorugh all if the pain and the panic, it was Joaquin's touch that calmed me the most. His hand in mine was a constant source of comfort, a reminder that I was not alone in this terrifying moment. As FP tried to treat the wound, as Jughead called for an ambulance, Joaquin never left my side, his eyes filled with tears as he whispered words of love and reassurance.

"I love you, Y/N. Please, don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't live without you, you're my everything."

I tried to smile, to tell him that I would be okay, that he didn't need to worry. But the darkness was closing in, my vision blurring as I slipped in and out of consciousness. I could feel Joaquin's heartbeat under my cheek, a steady rhythm that seemed to anchor me to this world.

But despite the efforts of my loved ones, despite the ambulance rushing to our trailer park, I knew deep down that my time was running out. The pain in my side was becoming unbearable, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I could feel the warmth of Joaquin's tears against my skin as he held me close, his heartbreak tangible in the air between us.

And as the darkness finally overtook me, as my body grew cold and my vision faded to black, I felt a sense of peace wash over me once more. Because in Joaquin's arms, surrounded by the love of my family, I knew that I was not alone. I knew that I was loved, cherished, and that even in death, I would always be a part of their hearts.

So as I closed my eyes for the final time, as I took my last shuddering breath, I whispered words of love and gratitude to Joaquin, to FP, to Jughead. And in that moment of quiet acceptance, I let go of the pain and embraced the eternal peace that awaited me beyond this mortal coil.

And so, as the sun set over the Sunnyside Trailer Park, casting its golden rays across our shared home, I slipped away from this world, leaving behind a legacy of love, strength, and resilience. And in the arms of my beloved Joaquin, I found a peace that would last for eternity, a love that transcended even death itself.