solace [masky / hoodie x reader]

As Tim watched the light fade and dim from your eyes, you wistfully wondered to yourself-how in the world did things turn out this way?

Brian, kind sweet Brian who in grade school always held out his hand when you fell down, always helping you get back to your feet, now stranger to you as he reduced himself to a mere onlooker in your presence. Tim, sarcastic, funny Tim who liked to banter with and tease you in high school, the one person to always make you laugh, now with his hands gripping your throat, arms steady, eyes unflinching.

And lastly there was you, you who was so deeply infatuated with the both of them, finally allowing the spark of hope in your chest to burn out and be extinguished, finally allowing your eyes to close in a somber acceptance of your death.