Drabbles and Whatnot

~Imagine Three~

there's no fandom in this one as it's my own idea but it mentions suicide so feel free to skip this one if you don't want to read. stay safe everyone 🖤

The fall takes him by surprise.

He knew it was going to happen. Heck, he had planned for it to, but he didn't know it'd take this long.

It's almost as if time has slowed down just for him. Perhaps it is the universe's way of bidding him farewell. Well, all he can say in reply is f you universe.

He shakes away the thought and closes his eyes, bracing himself for the impact of his body hitting the ground. He's done his research and there's no way he'll survive this.

The ground rushes towards him with alarming speed and he realises that all of these thoughts must have happened within a few seconds, it's merely his brain slowing everything down. Thank god this will all be over soon.

And then he's landing.

It's a weird sensation. Like when the wind is knocked out of you with no warning. Except this is different. He can't breathe properly and is only gasping for air.

The pain is unbearable so he just squeezes his eyes shut again and waits for it to stop. Was his research not extensive enough? Did he miss some crucial fact or did the websites just not to bother to mention the searing pain on impact.

He'd merely assumed that he'd die instantly but clearly something had gone wrong. He sighs and watches with interest as the carbon dioxide meets with the atmosphere, each shaky exhale visible in the crisp morning air.

Footsteps sound loudly on the grass, squelching through the early morning dew. A sleepiness draws over him and he smiles sadly to himself. This is it.

Somebody kneels down next to him but he doesn't open his eyes.

A warm hand on his cheek is all he needs for a small fire to light within him as the heat travels across his face, down his neck and into his chest. The warmth doesn't stop there as it twists and turns it's way through his body, heating up every inch of him.

"That feels nice." He coughs out as the darkness creeps closer towards him. The hand doesn't disappear. Instead it moves down to his palm and touches it gently, tracing patterns softly onto his cold skin.

"I'm sorry you had to do this. But don't worry, you'll be okay in a moment or two." The voice is soft and kind, almost lulling him to sleep right then and there.

"Who are you?" He asks, trying to ignore to metallic taste in his mouth and the searing pain he feels whenever he moves.
"My guardian angel?"

The voice above him laughs, and as it does so the patterns change. Air moves around him and the quiet sound of fabric moving on fabric can just be heard. They were shaking their head.

The movement stops along with the gentle strokes on his hand. He tries to protest but coughs instead, groaning with both pain and worry when he pulls his hand away to see blood coating it.

"My name is Valac. I'm a reaper."