Marjoreece Oneshots

You can't die on me

(Reece's pov)

Silent tears slowly fall down my face, sitting in the waiting room.
"Reece. Are you okay?" she asks, placing a hand on my arm. I just look at her, the silent tears still falling.
"Tell me I heard wrong," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
"I'm so sorry," she says, gently rubbing my arm.
I look back down to the floor, and let everything go. The sobs take over my body, and I can't stop crying, and screaming. Begging for it not to be true. Begging that it's all a dream.
"Reece please. Breathe," she keeps repeating.
I can't breathe. Not without her. It's not fair that I have to keep breathing without her, that I can breathe, and she can't anymore.
"No! No!" I yell, standing up.
"Reece please," she places a hand on my arm again.
I smack it off, and run outside, leaning against a tree, clutching my chest.
I scream once more, a sob ripping all the way from the bottom of my lungs, as I fall to my knees.

I wake up in a panic, panting and a layer of sweat covering my body.
I sit up, looking around the room, before my eyes fall upon the person laying peacefully next to me. Too peacefully.
I shake them a few times, and they sit up.
"Reece? It... 2am," Marjorie says, rubbing her eyes.
"Marjorie... You're alive," I breathe out a sigh of relief.
"Yes? Reece what's going on?" she questions, but I don't reply, instead pull her in for a hug, which she reciprocates, yet still confused. "Darling, please tell me what's happened," she whispers, gently rubbing my back.
"I thought I lost you. You died," I tell her, and she sighs softly.
"Oh my love. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere, I promise, I'm staying here," she tells me, kissing my shoulder.

About five minutes later, I release the grip on her, accepting the fact she is still alive, and not going anywhere.
"It was such an awful nightmare. You had died, and the screams that came out of my body, they were animalistic. I've never felt that pain before, it hurt in every last cell in my body. I thought it was real, it felt so real," I tell her, and she places a hand on my cheek, gently rubbing her thumb back and forth.
"It's okay darling. I bet it felt real, but it wasn't," she says.
"Well, I know it wasn't. Obviously. But it felt it," I say defensively. I didn't mean to, but it almost felt as though she was dismissing my feelings.
"No I know. I'm sure it did," she says again, and this time I remove her hand from my cheek. "Reece?" she questions, confused now.
"No. I can't do this. It feels like you are dismissing my feelings. I can't believe you would do that Marjorie," I say to her, and she looks very taken aback.
"Reece I-"
"No Marjorie. I don't want to hear it," I say, and get up, walking out the room.

(Marjorie's pov)

He walked out the room, shutting the door behind him. I just sit there in shock, that's all I can do, until I'm snapped out of it when I hear the front door slam.
I get up, and look out the window, seeing Reece's car back out of the driveway. It's like 3 in the morning, where could he possibly be going?
I don't even know what happened, one second he's telling me about his nightmare, the next he's storming out the house saying I dismissed his feelings. I don't know what to do.
I collapse back into the bed, filled with exhaustion, and close my eyes, soon after falling back into a deep sleep.

*

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I switch it off quickly, before turning to my side, but only to find it empty. I jump up, and look out the window. Reece hasn't returned home yet.
I'm worried. He normally returns home after an argument, well normally after about an hour, once he's had time to cool off. But this, this was a good 3 hours.
He's also got the only car at the moment, as mine is in the garage getting serviced. So I'm going to have to walk to work today.
I get ready for the day, and just as I'm about to leave the house, I get a message.

Reecey <3 - I'm not going to make it back in time, so you will have to walk to work. I'm sorry x

Sweet of him to message, a bit late, but better late than never they say.
I leave the house, and start my journey to work, thankfully not a long one, as we don't live far.
I'm about 5 minutes away from the nursery, when I hear a lot of commotion behind me. I turn around, just in time to catch a glimpse of the car coming towards me. Just not enough time to get out of the way.
I lay on the ground, seeing more and more faces appear above me.
"Call an ambulance!"
"Are you okay?"
"Oh god!"
"Can you hear me?"
So many voices overlapping, but none of them the voice I want to hear. I want to hear my handsome boys voice, telling me everything is going to be okay, that he is with me.
He is my last thought, as I finally give in to the tiredness of my body, hearing sirens in the distance.