Solby Oneshots [♡]

I'll Rot [book preview]

My eyes are weak, my breath annoyingly heavy. I dig more and more, finally deciding to measure.
It reads 5'7. Almost there.

I dig more, wiping the sweat off my pale forehead. My eyes suddenly began to sting. It was probably just dirt. My eyes stung more, and a wet substance poured. I bit my lip harshly, trying not to continue.
I was crying, and I shouldn't be- even tho I have every right to. Anyone else would cry over losing someone so dear to them, but personally I felt weak and pathetic. I couldn't cry, yet I began to sob as I gave in, throwing the shovel to the side.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't focus. My vision was blurry, so I just slammed my blue eyes shut and fell to my knees. My gloved hand gripped my shirt harshly, and I felt my nails scratch through the fabric slightly, because they were fingerless.

I had to control myself, yet I couldn't. My breathing was out of control, and so was my crying. The vision of him flashed in my head;
His smile, his perfect, ocean blue eyes. His brown locks placed messily across his head- and I swear I heard his laugh.

My eyes instantly opened. I let out another choked sob before finally calming down. Well, I say calm, but tears still fell from my eyes.
I wiped my cheeks quickly and stared down to my outfit.
My black, long sleeved shirt was covered in dirt and wet patches. My black pants we're ripped to hell; also covered in dirt. I felt around my belt, gripping the object to make sure it's there. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. I then moved my hand to my dagger, making sure I still have it. Finally, I reach for my pistol, just so I know I have it as well.

My breath holds, and I stand quickly, wiping my eyes. I grab the silver hand of the shovel, picking it up and digging once again.
After a minute, I measure again.
6'.

I throw my shovel out of the hole, it nearly falling again. I grab onto the rope I had, climbing up slowly. Once i reached the top, I stood and stared down.

I sigh, taking the object from my belt and and looking at it.

The small black box fit perfectly in my palm, and my boney fingers covered it perfectly. I open it to admire the gem inside; the ring I was saving up for for months upon months. The ring I planned on going on one knee with and proposing to the love of my life.

Suddenly, my breath hitched and I could feel tears brim my glossy eyes. I sigh, closing the box. I hold it against my chest and sigh. My lip quivered as I let out a shaky breath. I could feel a few tears fall, and I open my eyes.

"I will find you, Colby Brock." I muttered to myself, before bringing my arm over the grave, the box still firmly grasped between my fingers.
"And if I don't, in this grave I'll rot. But I w-will find you. I promise."
Before I could stop myself, I dropped the ring down the dark six feet. Once i heard it hit the ground, I turned, beginning to continue searching.

"I promise."

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I'm back! I hope you enjoyed the preview to the book I'm writing! It'll be great, I promise.
Tell me what you think, maybe??
Thanks for reading!!

~Sam