twenty one pilots one shots

I Fell in Love with You, Now You Can Never Die

A/N: Inspired by this quote: "If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die."

People Involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warning(s): This is a toast burner y'all (very very sad)

People die.

The people closest to us, the ones we love most, will surely die.

It's one of life's many bitter, harsh realities that we don't want to accept.

Even though I've now faced this reality, I still don't want to accept the fact that she's gone.

I don't want to accept the fact that I held her hand as she left this world.

I don't want to accept the fact that we've already put her in the ground.

I don't want to accept the fact that I've put flowers on her grave.

I don't want to accept the fact that I have to live without her.

I don't want to accept the fact that I have to take care of the child she died giving birth to.

But my wife is gone.

I held her hand as she left this world.

We've already put her in the ground.

I've put flowers on her grave.

I have to live without her.

And our little girl needs me. I can't abandon her.

But how could I keep going?

I can't take care of little Jenna. I can't make her stop crying. I can't offer nearly as much comfort as her mother could have.

The most I can do is sing to our child, but it hardly ever calms her down.

And she reminds me too much of her mother.

Her hair is the whitest blonde, and her eyes are the lightest blue.

I can't do this without her mother.

As much as it would hurt to do it, someone else will have to take care of Jenna. Maybe Zack and Tatum would be willing to take her in. Maybe I could visit them and the baby on the weekends.

So that's what I did.

When little Jenna was two weeks old, Zack and Tatum adopted her as their own.

The first few days without little Jenna were quiet, but depressing nonetheless.

Little Jenna was all I had left.

And now I'm alone.

I shuffled around the house, barely eating or sleeping.

What did I do to deserve this?

Did I do something so wrong that both my wife and my child had to be taken away from me?

Why?

I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes.

I remembered one night when little Jenna was especially fussy.

"I know you want momma," I whispered to her. "I want her, too."

I sighed again, closing my eyes.

"Please come back," I choked out. "I need you now more than ever."

No answer.

There will never be an answer.

She's gone.