Corpse Husband Oneshots

08. Red Gatorade

TW: Suicide

It's crazy how time flies. 10 years ago i was 19. 10 years ago i met my soulmate. It's crazy to think it all started with a red gatorade bottle.

April 23, 2010

I was sat on the park bench waiting for my friends, who were all in college. I, however, had taken a gap year. There was a boy sitting next to me drinking red gatorade. I glanced over at him. All black clothing. Rings on pretty much every finger. Chains around his neck. Curly jet black hair. 

He looked over at me and i quickly turn my head forward. I hear a light laugh come from him and my face gets red. His friends walk up to him and he gets up and starts walking with them. I turn to see his gatorade still sitting on the bench. With hesitation, I grab it and walk up to him and his friends. I tap his shoulder and he turns around which cause his friends to turn around.

"uh, you left your, um, gatorade on the, uh, bench." You stutter.

He laughed at my shyness and grabbed the bottle.  

"Thank you..." He gestured for my name.

"Y/N" I replied a little shocked from how deep and unique his voice was. 

"Thank you Y/N, see you around." He winked and went off with his friends.

July 14, 2010

I was walking through the isles of the grocery store. I walk down an isle filled with gatorade as my mind wonders to him.  I stop and grab 2 bottles of blue gatorade.

"Not red?" A familiar voice called from behind me.

I turn around and look at the boy who had said that. It was him.

"Told you i'd see you around." He smirked.

"Guess you don't lie." I said.

"I mean only when i have to." He laughed.

It went on like that for a little. Us running into each other literally everywhere. We joke it was fate that kept bringing us together. Or even 'God'. I never really grew up religious, which is why the joke was funnier to me. Eventually, he asked me on a date. It went well and we went on another date and another and another and another and another until her asked me to be his girlfriend. I was head over heels for him. I had fallen so fast. 

After we dated for a year or two, he started getting distant. He would barely call me or call me back. I started getting worried but never brought it to his attention. I figured it was a phase. 

This continued like this but got worse. He wouldn't come over anymore, he wouldn't take me on dates and when i asked if he wanted to go out he would say a simple no. I was worried as hell. So, one night, i drove to his house, where i found countless bottles of vodka and pills. There was glass all over the floor. I took the liberty to walk up to his bedroom. There i found him laying, lifeless, on the floor, with 7 bottles of empty pills laying around him. One with a note attached. I read the note and my heart shattered into 10 million pieces. The exact words burned into my memory forever. 

Dear Y/N, 

Im sorry, i really am. I tried to be the one for you and i couldn't. I grew distant and the reason was i felt like i wasn't good enough for you. You deserve someone who can love you with everything they have. I can't do that. I hope you find someone better. And im so grateful i left my red gatorade on that bench. I love you and always will.

Love, Adam

Tears stained my face as i pulled his lifeless body on to my lap. 

"Please don't leave me. You were enough. You ARE enough. You cant leave me. Please. Don't go."

But i was too late. I had made it to him too late. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I explained everything and they rushed over. But they told me it was to late. I screamed and cried and begged them to do something. That was the night i lost the love of my life. It haunts me every second it gets. 

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This is dark... 

but please dont kill yourself. its never the answer. even if you think it is its not. trust me.

But uh yeah thanks for almost 5k reads. Next one wont be so dark. k bye