Devils | Aki Hayakawa x Reader

Part Twenty-Nine : Final Moments in this World

A corpse rested in the middle of the road. 

His tiresome body had been beaten beyond the point of recognition.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

I stood before him, I fell to my knees.

Aki, what would I do with you.

Your fate was terrible, your luck was even worse.

Your death makes me cry, I wish I hadn't seen it.

I held Hayakawa in my arms, this would be our last embrace. This was our last moment together.

The warmth of his body caused more tears, he was still warm.

I could not comprehend his death, it didn't seem real.

"Don't die Aki!" I shouted, I repeated these words.

Part of me believed that he would shed the gun, and his face would lie unscathed beneath the metal shield.

"You can't die! You're not allowed to die!"

"You said you'd protect me, you said you'd be there."

"Whyd it have to be you huh, why not me. Why did you go first. You were supposed to mourn my death, and gain strength in it. You could fight for me."

"We should have run away together."

"Don't die Aki!"

I glanced at his face, it pained me to see that thing. His green eyes, I couldn't seem to remember them. They had been replaced with a wall of steel.

Those beautiful green eyes, I would never see them again.

"There's nothing you can do now, run along before it's too late for you as well." The future devil said, I recognized his presence.

He had always been there, I felt like I knew him well.

He was right, I'd have to leave.

I'd have to leave this place.

I couldn't stay with him now, he was long gone.

The real Aki had gone to heaven, and this one to hell. I would never see him again for as long as I lived.

...

Denji was nowhere to be found, and Power was on her own. 

And I had lost all meaning in life.

I felt like withering away, I wanted to.

For some reason I couldn't die. I cut my self open, gashing at my insides.

Nothing worked. 

It just wasn't my time yet, I would have to wait in agony.

I should have known that I would be immune to such simple ways of death, it could kill a human, but it wouldn't kill me.

I was not a human, I was a devil.

I wanted to die, even if I wouldn't see him in the after life. 

God, why did he have to die, and in the most brutal way imaginable. 

He had so much time, so much better ways to live life. 

I was now being hit with waves of regret, I began to play back my entire life, the one that mattered at least.

I was (y/n), and Hayakawa had always been a part of this life.

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(Abt a week time skip)