It was wrong.
It was all wrong.
The dark colours and solemn voices, words far too real and meaningful being thrown into blatant conversation. There were too many tears, too many whispered regrets and promises to be considered normal.
Rain that was far too cold lashed the surrounding landscape, water clinging to the figure who had yet to leave.
You had never thought of death as an obstacle, never thought that maybe you would outlive your lover. Those dark and menacing thoughts had never crossed your mind. But now, as you knelt at the foot of an empty grave, you couldn't help those singular, dark flashes to enclose your mind and trap you in their immobilizing tendrils.
But this was wrong.
It was all wrong.
You pressed the singular, plastic stick that had brang you both joy and terror into the mudded ground, standing to leave the desolate land of bones and lost hope. One last time you cast your eyes to the name that didn't belong there.
Takashi.
How you hated that name.
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"I told you, I can handle this."
Keith shook his head with a gentle smile, eyes drifting to the small, newborn baby in your arms who had yet to open her eyes.
"Keith,"
He looked back up into your warm, yet clearly exhausted eyes - eyes that were now filled with hope and excitement upon meeting your daughter.
"Go, I promise you we'll be okay, but you need to go to sleep."
The teenager nodded. Slowly, he turned away from the door, the light from within bathing the sidewalk in amber, and as he began the journey to his home, he heard the small and innocent crying of a child. In that moment, he let himself believe that maybe, maybe Shiro would return.
For them.
For you.
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FanfictionI've read oneshot books, and let me say, they're a dying breed. So here I am, twisting my way into the wholesome and peaceful lives of our favourite Paladins (And others) inserting YOU, reader, into their world. If you, dear children, want a Hunk...