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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘀; 42

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— ❝ CLOUDS! ❞

.˚ ₍🗒₎ type. fluff/angst

.˚ ₍📖₎ warnings. my eyes were sweating when i wrote this so-

⤷ enjoy <3

clouds. corbyn hasn't been able to look at them the same since it happened. the war had started almost a year ago now. never did he ever think that human kind would battle it out to see which side is stronger. in fact, he didn't even know that they were sides. good and evil is a thing that he had only watched in movies and read in books.

kicking stones and rubble as he walks he keeps his eyes trained to the ground. he doesn't visit the spot often, finding it too hard to bare, but when he does he makes sure it feels special.

it has already been three months; three months that have felt like a lifetime. the world seems to turn slower without the bubbly giggle that he's so used to hearing. he feels alone without the small, yet oh so warm, hand to hold as he falls asleep at night, hoping that the war will finally be over and life can slowly become normal again in the morning, well, as normal as you could make it after everything that has happened so far.

he knows he's not alone. in fact, he has ten other people with him, who have all lost their families to death, or just don't know where they are. but despite that he still feels alone, because he doesn't have his one main source of happiness by his side anymore.

daniel was almost like the light at the end of the tunnel for corbyn. he was always at the blond's side, always there if he needed a shoulder to cry on, always there if he needed a hug or just wanted to rant, always there to reassure him that it was all gonna be okay. and he knows that all of his friends would do the same, but... it just doesn't feel the same.

stopping at daniel's rock, he places down the wilted poppy that he had found while out on a walk. there isn't many live flowers that you can find nowadays, so he was just happy to have found one at all.

he sits down in front of it, eyes growing misty as he stares at the rock with a smile.

'daniel seavey, the most loving little bean anyone could've asked for. we'll always look at the clouds for you, bub ♥"

corbyn and his friends had carved that into the rock a few days after their loss. the land around it is completely barren, save the rubble from buildings that once stood proudly over the grounds. now it's an empty wasteland, vegetation covering old, broken walls and fences.

corbyn remembers that day like the back of his hand, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to forget it.

( ༉‧₊˚➴ three months earlier... )

corbyn turns around quickly to the sound of a blood-curdling scream. daniel stands wide eyed with his hands gripping something in his stomach, a man dressed in all black running from the small brunet as fast as he possibly can.

corbyn can't seem to think, feet unmoving. but when the unmistakable stain of blood starts to seep into daniel's once white shirt, the blond feels his heart sink.

he rushes over to the brunet and catches him as his knees give out, slowly lowering both himself and daniel to the floor carefully. slowly moving the brunet's hands out of the way of his stomach he realises why he'd heard the scream. the man had stabbed daniel, right in the most venerable part of his abdomen.

"no, no, no, daniel! i don't know what to do, there's nothing i can do! there's no hospitals anywhere near here that have anything that can help! fuck, fuck, no-"

"hey, look at me."

corbyn stops, looking into daniel's eyes and lifting a hand to caress the brunet's cheek. his skin is slowly draining of it's color, yet daniel is still smiling softly up at the blond.

"how are you so calm?" corbyn practically whimpers, eyes beginning to tear up as he watches daniel only grow weaker and weaker.

"it was obviously my time to go. there's always a reason things happen, corby. sometimes they may not be good things, but they happen" daniel responds, lifting a shaky hand to grab corbyn's own, softly stroking the back with his thumb.

"no, you can't go! you can't leave me, there has to be something i can do. you can't leave, stay with me... please."

corbyn watches as a single tear leaks from daniel's eyes, moving his thumb to wipe it from the boy's cheek.

"i love you, bean. you have to promise me you'll keep fighting, yeah? promise me you'll keep looking up at the clouds and finding all the special shapes. like look now, up there above us, it's a bunny."

corbyn chuckles sadly, leaning down to press his forehead to daniel's.

"corby?"

"yeah, dani?" the blond responds sweetly, smiling down at the brunet through his tears.

"can i just, do something before i go?" daniel questions, never averting his gaze from corbyn's eyes.

"yeah, anything."

the younger smiles, hand slowly lifting and resting itself on the back of corbyn's neck. with as much strength as he can muster, daniel pulls corbyn's head down a short distance until their lips are pressed together, and although short and salty from tears, the kiss is the best thing that's ever happened to corbyn.

"i'm sorry i didn't say anything sooner. i love you, corby. always have and always will, no matter where i am."

"i love you too, dani. so, so much, you don't understand."

and with one last smile, corbyn watches as daniel closes his eyes. the blond can't help the sob that escapes his lips, pulling the lifeless brunet up against his chest as he lays back. through the layer of tears that coat his eyes, corbyn can see the bunny that daniel had told him about, and though it pains him to look he knows that he'll always have something to remind him of his best friend.

all he has to do is look up at the clouds.

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❝ authors note! ❞

i know i said there wasn't gonna be angst is this book but like- angst is fun to write sometimes 😙👉🏻👈🏻

⤷ megan <3
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