𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗✓ - 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦𝗠𝗣 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦

Angst Quacktiy

This marked it. It's been eight months since her death. I gripped the last picture I had of her. I should've fucking died not her. I cried, every day since the day she died I've thought about her. She was my yellow. The shine in the dark days. My mind slowly drifted to the day.

"Y/n wait up! Don't go over there!", I yelled trying to get her to stop.

"Alex c'mon you slow poke!" She giggled out. Her smile was slowly changed into a face of fear.

"Y/n! No!" She fell, her body slowly fell down until the only thing I could hear was the echo coming from the ravine.

"No, no no, no!" I said, ripping my beanie off and scrunching my hair.

"¡Despierta! ¡Despierta Alex! " I shouted out, hoping this was a dream.

Though it wasn't.

I gripped the picture again, only to get a..crack! in return. I looked down and I cracked the glass.

"No, no!" I said, trying to push the glass together to be only hit with it completely crumbling. This made an abnormal amount of tears to come out.

I felt the normal cold presence turn warm, and a pair of arms around me..!? I shot up and was hit with an see through y/n. Her normal smile was pale.

"Y-y/n?" I said trying to hug the presence but was only hit with hugging myself. My crying self was back.

"Alex. Stop hugging yourself and c'mon!" Tommy yelled.