|Eddsworld Stories|

Gone

    His lips, so cold, so limp. I barely had time to say goodbye. I couldn't forget the bone chilling, blood curdling noise of the gunshot that had struck the life out of the one I loved.

It was an accident.

    I had saw the blood spray like a sprinkler on a summer morning. The red was bright as it would be in a sunrise. It gushed out of his heart, his life instantly bleeding away just as his clothes and once green grass turned red with it.

It was a terrible mistake.

    I screamed to the top of my lungs for him to get back up. He wouldn't listen, he couldn't listen. I had ran over as if my life depended on it. It didnt matter, though. His soft flush skin was already drained. His face as pale as a ghost's. The light in his deep void eyes were gone. His expression blank, as if suddenly bored of the aspect of life.

I didn't mean to.

    Warm tears fell down my cheeks and onto his blue blood-soaked coat. I shook him. Over and over and over. He couldn't leave me, not now. Not here of all places. Every attempt I tried, useless. He was gone, cold. I didn't believe it. This was a dream. A nightmare. A nightmare that I would soon wake up and everything would be normal. He would be by my side. We would be together again. We would have a happy life with a happy family.

It was all my fault.

    I sat and cried over his cold corpse, holding him close as if being close would awaken him from this horrible slumber. He didn't move. He wasn't there. I needed him back. I couldn't think of anything else. Everything was a fuzzy blur. Nothing else mattered other than needing him back. He was all that I truly cared about. Nothing else, nothing else matters.

I will never forgive myself.

    I was suddenly being pulled away. I had wrapped my arms tighter and planted my heels into the sodden earth. I wasn't going to leave. I wasn't satisfied until I was dead alongside him. I yelled and cursed until my lungs hurt and my throat was burning sore. I felt weak. I gave in. He was gone. Actually gone and it was my fault. If I had taken better aim and watched where I was, he wouldn't be dead.

My heart burns with the sadness.

    I was in the back of a car the next I remember. Being silently drove away from the horrifying scene. The battle. The war. The war we won but I lost. I lost him. Him. The love of my life. The only ray of sunshine to ever exist. I murdered it. Him.

Him.

                                                                                                                         ~R.L. ♥

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This is actually a pretty old story I wrote when I was feeling a bit down, but!! here y'all go anyway