Marvel/DC One Shots{Requests Closed}

'Til My Last Breath - T'Challa Udaku One Shot

Before I start I'd like to clarify, I'm not okay. I've been so stressed lately that I'm not in a great place BUT I do have people to talk with and do so regularly so that I won't fall down so low again. I create my own demons and I know I don't have to face them alone. So, I'll talk to you lovely folk later. Oh, and sad stuff ahead. . .Warning?

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You were sitting in a large home, one you had familiarized yourself with but it was not your own. You could no longer live alone, the silence was too much to take. Here, at least, it was mumbles from maids or mumbles from other warriors that kept you distracted most of the time.

You were sitting on the bed in a room that T'Challa had insisted you take, he almost begged you to come live with him and to be honest you really liked it. You enjoyed his company, his smile and his charisma but you were stuck. Stuck between yourself and the things you had created for yourself.

You skimmed the paper you held in your hands for the eighth time now, you wanted every base covered.

To my only friend,

         I know I'm a handful and that now-a-days that you spend more of your time babysitting me then actually spending time with me and I'm sorry. I never meant for it to come to this, I never meant to let you in or let you get this deep. You were suppose to just like me as a friend, ignore the obvious, and let me leave in peace but you made this harder for me. I want you to know that this was all my fault, you weren't the one that created the problems I have and you certainly weren't the one that amplified them. That was me, I did those things to myself. I never feared bullies as a student and I never had a rough childhood but the accumulation of all of the pain is just too much for me. I want you to know that you meant more to me then anyone or anything else in this word. You were my light but my eyes have been blinded and now I cannot see it. I face a world of darkness and it calls to me, each second of each minute of each hour it talks to me. There are things I regret, things I should and should not have done but I can't take it back. I can't take this back. So, T'Challa, I love you. 'Till my last breath.

Once you were satisfied with those words you folded the paper neatly and placed it in an envelop. You closed it casually after having written his name on the front. You took a deep breath and stood up and went for the door. When you opened it, there was one of the many men T'Challa called his friends standing around but only one who you trusted with this letter.

"Could you hand this to T'Challa as soon as you can, tell him it's from me." The tall dark man nodded and offered you a kind smile, one you returned with much effort. He did not question it.

You moved quickly to the highest point in the building, the roof. There was one way in and one way out, if you were normal. If you weren't in this endless loop of depression that is. You had never had a problem with bullies in school teasing you mercilessly. In fact you were the last one they would tease because they thought you'd gouge out their eyes or something extremely grotesque like that. You would never, but you didn't mind not being bothered when at lunch or walking the halls.

You had a good home life but tragedy after tragedy struck you. Your mother passed due to cancer, your sister to drugs and you had no standing relationship with your father and not other siblings to fall back to. Your aunts and uncles lived too far away to offer much more then a less than convincing phone call, so, you just dealt with it. You had no choice. Until you met T'Challa, you had moved to New York to just get away from the things that reminded you of home and New York was just the thing. It was fast paced and busy while everything back home was casual and slow.

T'Challa had started working with a man you had heard news of, Tony Stark. You had placed his face in your internal memory bank of people to never meet. He was not your type from just looking at him and hearing him talk made it worse. You ran into him, literally, on your way home. You had turned into this reserved, quiet girl with no backbone and a heart too big for her chest.

His kind smile was the first thing you noticed, it was the one thing that stuck out about him other then his accent and skin colour. Other then the very obvious and trivial. You were drawn to him and you didn't know why but you liked the feeling. Each meeting ended this way, you both wanting to spend more and more time together.

The happiness didn't last though, after a slip and spilling everything to him he had made you move in with him. He said it was because he wanted to have you close but you knew otherwise. You could see it in his usually soft brown eyes. You didn't stop the physical abuse of yourself though, it didn't have to be obvious to be enough for you to feel a little better. From cutting, hair pulling, and burning to having developed a serious eating disorder that hospitalized you twice you didn't stop. That is where we are today. Your final decision, your permanent decision.

"Don't you do that! Please! Please think about this before you step any further!" You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you whispered.

"I can't do it, T'Challa, I can't! Don't you see I am nothing to anyone, I am a burden for you and for the people you make care for me. I am nothing but what the monsters in my head say I am." You were facing him now, back to the emptiness of the air behind you.

"What are you talking about? You mean everything to me! That's the whole reason I brought home you with me! I wanted you to be there for me, be around me because I felt lost without you. I love you too, please don't do this! I only want to be yours and yours forever and I can't be that man if you step off of that ledge." You were deaf to reason with the other voice screaming too and with one last step you fell.

Time stopped for you, it was as cliche as you had imagined it would be but soon it wouldn't matter. You watched as T'Challa reached out for you, desperate to grab a hold of your arm before it was too far out of reach. He was too slow and only managed to leave a few scratches as reminder of his attempt to catch you. Suddenly there was nothing. For you and for him.