Chapter Four (Jack's POV)
I don't know what I expected death to be like, but this wasn't it.
No white light.
No angels.
I know he is holding me, and I should be trying to get back to him, and I should feel something...
But I don't.
(Hiccup's POV)
My hands are shaking. Maybe from cold, I don't know. I can't feel. This isn't real, this is some cruel nightmare. He couldn't have left me. I can't-no.
Jack's parents ran into the clearing, trailed by a worried Sophie. His mother ran to me, and his father slowly sank to the frosty ground. His mother grabbed at his hoodie, trying to pull him from me. "No," I croaked, "No, you can't have him."
His father looked at me cradling my boyfriend in my arms. "HOW DARE YOU? GET AWAY FROM HIM," he yelled, advancing towards me, sorta dragging on the ground. I started to weep. I turned away from Jack's dad, and looked at Jack's face. He looked like he was sleeping, except his lips were blue, and his eyelashes held ice drops. His father wasn't done with me. "ITS YOUR FAULT, boy, you're fault he's dead!"
Was it? Maybe it was. If I was here at the pond with him, I could have told him where the ice was too thin, or even dove in after him. God, he was always so risky, and never knew when he went to far. And that killed him.
Jack's dad grabbed me and threw me away from Jack. He scooped up his son and pulled his wife and daughter away. I was left in the snow where he threw me, and I stayed there until my dad found me.
(Jack's POV)
He's not holding me anymore. Someone else is.
Why is that?
(Hiccup's POV)
My father took me home, where soup was waiting. I didn't eat. I don't think I ever will. I'll waste away until I'm bones. What's the point?
••Three days later••
Today is Jack's funeral. I have been banned from the progression. I am not to see him, or say goodbye.
I hide behind trees and watch Jack's cedar box being lowered into the ground, and hear the earth dropping onto it, because I could not bear to watch.
After everyone leaves, I walk out to the fresh dirt. I sit next to it. "Jack," I whisper. "I'm-I'm so sorry. It should have been me. You are my best friend, my boyfriend, and you'll never stop being that. I won't let you. I'll be that weird person who visits the cemetery everyday," I laughed, "Just, Jack? Just don't be dead? Could you do that for me? Just stop it."
(Jack's POV)
Oh, Hiccup, I promise.
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Hey, sorry it's a filler. thanks for reading!
