Death of a Bird (Dick Grayson Fanfic)

Don't leave me

   Damian POV

    "Dick! Please! Please! Wake up," I scream. I don't even both calling him Grayson. He means to much to do that now. Barbara hugs me tightly. I scream into her dress. Her arms wrap tighter around me. I feel my body shake with sobs. My head hurts so bad from crying so hard. I don't think I'll ever stop crying.
    I feel another hand on my back. I look back to see Dick. He has on an all white suit. He looks full of life and joy. His blue eyes smile.
   "Dami, I love you, but I have to go now. Everything will be okay. No matter what you have to be stronger. Little Angel," he said before pulling his hand back. He turns around graceful. He shines like a beautiful light. Taking all joy from my world.
    "Dick, Dick, don't leave me," I scream at him. He turns back and gives me a little smile.
   "I love you lil'D," he said then continued his walk. I screamed again. Dick please don't leave me. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying he will come back. I feel the hand again. I whip my head back to see Father.
   I immediately sob again. It wasn't Dick. Father pulled me into a hug, releasing me from Barbara's warm grip. I bury my face into Father's suit. He is nothing like Dick. Dick was soft and joyful. Almost always had a smile. He was always laughing even when it was most obnoxious. I missed that. His sweet voice waking me from a horrifying nightmare, to only be pulled into his embrace. Him singing to me to get me to sleep. He truly did have an amazing voice, but now it is gone.
    I feel father pick me up like a child. I don't care anymore. I just wish it were Dick. Exhaustion takes me.
   I spring up from a nightmare to no comfort. I cry. I slowly get out of the bed. My feet land on the cold floor. It is 3:23 am. I creep across the hallway to Dick's room. His room is perfectly clean. I sneak over to his closet and pull out one of his old sweatshirts. It smells just like him. His amazing cologne. I put it on and it falls to my knees. I wrap the huge sleeves around my little frame.
    I go to Dick's bed. I peel back the covers and slide in. This is where he would take me if I was unable to sleep. He would sing a soft, sweet song. I still remember every word. He would typically sing it in Romanian. That made it sound even better. He had mailed me a cd of him singing it. In it was a note.
    Dear Dami,
For when you can't sleep.
        Love Dick.
   It said that in his beautiful handwriting. I had to listen to it. I went over to his desk and pulled it out. I kept it in here, because anytime I was scared I came in here. So I started to leave the cd. I took it and put it in the CD player. I turned it on very quietly. The song plays on repeat for about 1 hour. I turn it on and listen to his smooth voice.
   I arrange the pillows to feel like Dick's body, but nothing can really come close. I crawl into the cover listening and crying. I miss Dick