Edward shakily taped the note into his pocket and peered up to the sky one last time. His final few minutes of breath, oh how he wished they could be shared with Oswald.
Riddleboy: I am really sorry for this. Just know that I have always loved you and this is all for your own good.
Pengy: What is? Eddie, what are you doing?
Riddleboy is typing....
2 minutes later
Oswald knew in his gut that he needed to save Edward but how? From what? Without any hesitation after this thought, he pulled up the tall boy's location on his maps. He knew that place. It was the bridge half way between their homes- or Edward's old home.
Sprint-limping like a madman, Oswald bursted through the burning in his lungs. He had to get there before it was too late.
5 minutes prior
Edward's POV
One last step. Just don't think, it will all be over soon.
3...
Oswald
2...
Oswald
Will you shut up?
No. He will be the last thing on our minds.
1...
In the present
Finally, he reached the bridge. Edward was nowhere to be seen. Yet, his location was exactly here. No..he couldn't have. Oswald leaned over the cold, silver rails to see the love of his life laying face down on the concrete below, a thick pool of blood surrounding his silhouette.
