Uncharted Imagines/Shorts'

23 (Nathan Drake) Ten years

It was doomed from the start, teenagers when we first met and feel in love. Life doesn't play out as expected when you're young and dumb. He left, she tried to forget him- until ten years later.

"Alex, you're bleeding..." my voice trembles as I stare at his shirt, blood seeping through the fabric as his breath catches in his throat and his legs cave beneath him. I rush forward to catch him and crash to the ground, he's sprawled in my arms as he lets out a grunt of pain. He holds onto his side as I stare down into his eyes, they water as his mouth opens and blood starts to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

I let out a sob as his eyes glaze over and he becomes still. It all happened so fast, one moment we're strolling around the museum gardens and then there's gunfire. He pushed me to the floor before even thinking of himself, it ended as fast as it started and then I saw the blood as he stood there. I don't even notice the other bodies littering the floor, other couples and older men who came here to admire the beauty of history. It's tainted now as the white marble is stained red.

"Please baby..." I hold his face close and cradle his body in my arms, it was suppose to be our last holiday together before the wedding.

Footfall echos behind me as I cry over the body, multiple pairs but they come to a stop slowly- somewhere behind me they stop and observe. I feel angry like a version of me from a lifetime ago and take a deep breath, there will be a weapon somewhere in my immediate vecinity and I plan on finding it and putting a hole in the first person I see. Alex's body slumps to the floor as my arms move quickly to remove my jacket, staggering to my feet feeling my entire body shake I lay it over his head. Furiously wiping my eyes with the back of my hand I spin around seeing a man stood there, older than me and he looks terrified at the scene before him.

I see the gun in his left hand as he raises his arms in defence. "Hey, take it easy..." he says, his voice hinted with a Boston accent. I clench my fists and bound over knocking the gun from his hand and screaming in frustration as I kick him in the chest.

"Ugh, okay sweetheart- I had nothing to do with your boyfriend's death..." he wheezes as I stand over him, tears streaming down my face. I look him in the eyes seeing the fear as I reach down to retrieve the gun, it's a simple pistol- small in size and a make I'm familiar with. He watches me in fear as I walk around him checking the chamber to see how many bullets I can riddle him with, I then turn off the safety and come to a stop where I started. I point the gun at him and meet his eyes, the colour and emotion from them all too familiar.

My finger twitches on the trigger as I contemplate killing him for a moment. I know my emotions tend to get the better of me, in the last ten years it's never been like this. How can I take a life to compensate for my fiancees? 

I lower the gun with a sob "get the fuck out of here" I tell him turning away and throwing the gun aside, it slides across the ground reaching a grate and filling the air with metal clashing on metal as it slides through the gaps. It's silent once again and I turn my back on the stranger going back to the body. I drop to my knees and reach out to take hold of his hand, it's cold to the touch and sticky with blood as it pools around him.

"I was suppose to be marrying him next week" I announce to the room with a shaky voice, in response I hear the man wince in pain as he gets up off the floor and make his way over to me.

I glance in his direction as he crouches down beside me taking a deep breath. "I don't know if saying sorry can make this okay-" he starts and I'm quick to cut him off angrily, my voice harsh and cutting through the air harshly. "Nothing can make this okay!" he turns to me and I see he feels guilt, although he may not be directly responsible for the death, he still feels guilty. I can't look at him anymore and shake my head bringing Alex's hand to my mouth, I kiss the soft skin and hold it to my cheek.