(AN: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!! Okay, I'm really sorry. Inspiration is evil 'kay? Warning: The death of our favorite smol freckled bean... and Eren I guess, serious feels, tears)
Jean's POV:
"Marco! Marco, everything is going to be okay! That's what you told me right? Everything's going to get better baby. Please, keep your eyes open!" I yelled as Marco laid in my arms, limp and weak.
"Jean," Marco coughed "Please help me. I'm not ready to go." He spoke softly and raised his arm, wiping my cheek with his thumb. "Kiss it all better Jean. Like you do when I get a cut." He smiled at the memory.
I choked on a sob and leaned forward, kissing his cheek. "I'm so sorry Marco. I should've saved you."
"It's not your fault Jean. You didn't know this would happen." He choked and coughed up splatters of blood as Jean raised his eyes and saw the gun laying on the pavement.
"I'm going to avenge you Marco. No matter what it takes." I said moving his hair back as blood trailed from his mouth and nose.
Marco nodded before slowly closing his eyes and whispering "You didn't know." I held him closer as his arms fell with his chest.
I gently set him down and picked up the gun before holding it to my chest "I'll get them back for this Marco. I'll avenge you tonight, the best way I could think of."
I put the gun in pocket and loosened my shirt so it was hardly noticeable in my cargo pants. I looked around and followed the path that the bastard took into the woods and towards the city. I found him in the clearing before the crowd and pulled out my gun. 'One single shot and he can be as dead as my heart.' He aimed the gun at his back towards his heart and shot. The crown dispersed quickly as a wicked smile grew on my face "I did it!! Marco! did you see that?!" I shouted with a laugh as people rushed to his side and others got on the phone. I threw the gun to side and rushed to the guy as the crowd ran from me. I picked him up by the collar and smiled "You Bastard!!! This is what you deserve you piece of trash!!" I yelled inches from his face I let go and watched him drop to the floor before a police officer started dragging me off and pushing me into the car.
~A couple days later~
I laid down on my bed in my new cell as the days before played over in my mind endlessly. I put my arms over my head as my eyes drifted closed, hearing his voice echo loudly replaying 'Kiss it all better, I'm not ready to go. It's not your fault Jean, You didn't know. You didn't know.' I quietly started singing "Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me."
"Kiss it all better, I'm not ready to go. It's not your fault love, you didn't know. You didn't know"
"Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me. Stay with me until I fall asleep, stay with me."
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(AN: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY!!!!!! I'm sorry. I cried when writing it and that picture doesn't help. It's short but It's based on a song sooooo..... Did you expect any different? I love these two and it pained me to write this... It truly did. I'll update whenever I get the inspiration next. This is just a on the spur of the moment kind of book so.)
