Dead Man Walking (Glanny Fic)

Chapter 44

Oh God, no.

I pull the knife from his stomach, pushing my hand against the wound. My arm wraps around him as he loses balance and I bring him gently to the floor. He's coughing and shaking and I try to push harder, but nothing I seem to do is working.

“Glen, no, please,” I whimper. “Oh my God, please. Stay with me.” His eyes lock onto mine, searching for hope.

“It hurts...”

“It's okay, I'm here, I've got you. Please, just stay with me.”

“I'm so cold...”

“I'll keep you warm. I'll stop this bleeding and I will keep you warm.”

“I'm dying, aren't I?” The words rip through me, but I push them away. I won't let him win.

“No,” I force out.

“Yes I am...”

“No, you're not. I won't let you.”

He chuckles briefly before it turns into a splutter. “It's okay. It's okay.”

“No! No, this is not okay! It won't be okay until you stop talking like that.”

“Danny.” His voice is so soft. So gentle in this moment, the worst of moments. I shake my head, refusing listen to him. “Baby, please.”

Fuck him! He knows I can't refuse that. I take an agonising breath and close my eyes. I can't bear to see what I've done. Maybe if I wish really hard...

“I'm dying, baby.”

I choke on a sob and shake my head again. He reaches out and touches my face. His hand is so cold.

“I didn't mean it,” I whimper.

“I know, baby.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“It's not your fault.”

How can he be so kind? I've ripped his life away from him, after destroying everything else around him. I've taken any hope of a future away from him, and still he talks to me like I'm the only one that matters. Like I'm his world.

“Promise me something, Danny.”

I open my eyes and look at him through the blur of tears. His eyes seem even bluer now than ever before. How is that even possible?

“Anything,” I whisper.

“Promise me that you will do whatever it takes...anything it takes to be happy.”

“Stop talking like that.” The tears spill, my voice is shaking. I can never be happy without him.

“Promise me.”

I take a shaky breath in, feeling my bottom lip shaking uncontrollably.

“I can't...”

“I can't die not knowing that you'll be happy. I can't leave you alone. But I'm going to do it anyway. So please, Danny. Promise me.”

My heart shatters and I realise what I have to do. I nod, and see the smile on his face.

“I promise.”

He sighs, a sound of content even in this god awful situation. He closes his eyes briefly before opening them again. They're glistening with tears.

“I'm sorry.”

“What...”

“For how I've...been with you. You don't...you don't deserve that.”

“Shut up. Just shut up. You did nothing wrong.”

“If I had been stronger...”

“Stop it. Just...just stop it.”

“You deserve so much more than me. So much more.” His eyes begin to flicker and I bring my hand to his face.

“Stay with me!” I shout. His eyes fight their way open. “Don't go! I love you!”

He smiles. “If only you knew how long I've loved you, Danny O'Donoghue.”

“Tell me all about it! Stay with me and tell me!”

He chuckles. “We were sat on the bus in America. We were all playing Call of Duty. You were begging me to kick Mark's ass, since we all know how funny it is to watch him fail at something. Our hands brushed as you handed me the control. I felt a spark that I had never felt with anyone before. And as I sat down to wait for Mark to load the game, I looked at you for what felt like the very first time. We passed through some trees and the sunlight caught your face for just a second. You were glowing, Danny. Glowing like an angel. My heart felt like it would burst right out of my chest. The feeling just felt so right. I fell in love with you in the space of a second. And it was the most beautiful second of my life.”

I don't say anything. I can't say anything. He fell in love with me a fraction of a second before I fell in love with him. Why didn't I ever tell him? If I would have known...

A whole lifetime that could have been flashes before my eyes. I would have carried on with the medication. The Script would be back on the scene, stronger than ever. Me and Glen would have gone public, taking each step with our hands clasped tightly together. We would have gotten married, adopted a family. Our child would have fallen in love with one of Mark's children and gotten married. We would have really been a family. We would all grow old together and loved each other with everything we've got. I would be with the best friend anyone could ever ask for and the love of my life until my dying day. The thought brings a smile to my face.

I hear him wheeze and I'm dragged out of my dreams. I see the light in his eyes fading and I realise I'm losing him.

“Glen!” I call, knowing that there is nothing that I can do. “Glen, no, hold on!”

“I love you, Danny O'Donoghue,” he whispers.

“Glen, please! Please, hold on! Stay with me!”

“I will always love you.”

“Glen no!

He sighs out his last breath, and those bright blue eyes of his no longer shine. They stare up at me, empty, void of any sign of the fire that once burned in them.

The sobs choke me as I shake him, trying so hard to bring him back. Telling myself that he's only asleep and that he'll wake up in a second. But he's gone. My angel has gone to heaven. No matter how loud I scream, how many kisses I place upon his skin, he isn't coming back. He will never come back.

I've lost him. I'm alone

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A/N - All I want to say here now is that I really hope I did this scene justice. I hope it had all the elements worthy of such a traumatic scene. I initally wrote this a few weeks ago and it nearly brought me to tears. But something wasn't right, so tonight I re-vamped it and found this. And this...well, I hope it is as powerful as it needs to be. Thank you all so much for your support and love throughout this. I hope I did not disappoint. There are still 2 more chapters to go, so don't give up on me just yet. Please, let me know how I did. I kind of need confirmation that it was worth it. Vote, comment, do your thing guys. Much Love x