Amourshipping // Christmas One-Shots

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So this is a one-shot done by ThatOneAmourshipper. I hope you enjoy.

Cliché

By ThatOneAmourshipper

Life was overwhelming. The way it could control you, beat you up, then make you think it was your fault. That was all I felt for a good part of growing up.

I used to almost like it. Constant rigorous activity would keep me at my peak, and most importantly wouldn't be boring.

Then, as life went on, I started to crave what I didn't have. Watching old movies, I would wish to be taken to heir settings going through the motions of the hero's journey.

But of course they would never happen. I would never have anything like that, my life wasn't a tv show.

I still searched for people to fill those voids in my story. A hero to fall into. A fun witty sidekick. A scientist to build everything we would ever need.
The first part of that dream would come to me suddenly at a time in life when I was farthest away from what I had come to see as normal. I was in the woods, just going along, losing myself in the simple wonder of life, when my guard slipped.

It was the exact reason I didn't usually allow things like this to affect me. But then my cliche hero came to save me. He seemed to swoop out of nowhere, pulling me back up to my feet. We embraced for a second, which in my head seemed like an hour, wand he asked if I was okay.

My mind went into overdrive. I had strained myself with test after test, but I was not ready. I just nodded.

~

It would be awhile before I felt that same feeling again, and in that time I would continue to try to reimagine how it had felt, but it seemed to fade. That fading only gave me more of a high when I felt it again.

It was on a whim that I saw him, and actually went up to talk to him. I wanted to stalk him, to raise my chances of actually getting to know him, but I slowly realized that would contradict the entire reason I wanted this.

I wanted- no, I craved normality.

~

Now I stand here, waiting for the normality to end. I knew it had to. He was going to leave, and I would be back at square one. I had time for one more cliche move, one more high.

I could live off that high for a while, but then what. The time would come eventually, and what would I do.

I leaned forward on the escalator, our lips meeting for the first and last time.

Smiling, we drifted apart, the high seeming to instantly fade, but that warm feeling was still in my heart.

~

The cold feeling of the metal reminded me of my robotic life up to that point. That was a long time ago, and I was not going back.

The muzzle would hide the flash, and it wouldn't make much noise.

Raising it up, I smiled, remembering our past. It wouldn't get any better. My purpose was fulfilled.
The click was the last thing I was supposed to hear, but nothing changed. I was still there, sitting on my bed.

Again, I pulled it with all of my might, but nothing happened. Was this cliche moment I had wanted again, saved by a miracle.

It wasn't loaded.

I had become weak. I had forgotten even the most basic of things.

My original life was deteriorating, and my most recent one was nonexistent.

Time to go away.

Reaching down I found the bullet I needed, slipping it in.

"Tap tap tap" I heard coming from down the stairs in my own home.

"The hell"

I walked down to the front door, clicking it open to see my fun sidekick and my genius scientist waiting. The snow fell around them, as they wished me a cliche happy holiday.

As we said our greetings, I could only smile. I was at first confused at why, but soon it occured to me.
The one who started this life was gone from me, but everything else was still here.

Thank you, to my cliche hero.