Sky of Glass - Tokyo Ghoul [Reader x Hide]

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Seasons Die One After Another

~from Hide's POV 2nd person~
No. It can't be...not after all of this...She can't be...I can't...You turned to Ayato, knowing that while Kaneki wouldn't give you any details, Ayato had some sort of connection to (y/n). Maybe he would tell you. "Ayato," you said, no longer intent on teasing or injuring him. "Ayato, what-"
He put his hand on your shoulder, his eyes slightly red and his skin slightly pale, as though he were shell-shocked. "Trust me, Hide. You don't want to know."
"But I need to know," you insisted, knowing all the while that you were digging your own grave. Tsukiyama moved away respectfully to give you some space.
"Why torment yourself?" Ayato asked, being surprisingly decent, almost human.
"Because I love (y/n)," you said softly, and both Kaneki and Ayato froze. Then Kaneki turned away, as though he couldn't even look at you, and Ayato's eyes fell.
"Damn," he said, and when he looked up, you were surprised to see tears in his eyes - tears in the eyes of the last person you'd ever expect to see crying. "You sacrifice everything to protect them, but in the end, you can't do a thing," he murmured, and you weren't sure who he was talking to anymore. Then he walked past Tsukiyama and down the hallway, never looking back, never turning around, just trudging onward with set shoulders and a new burden to carry.
Just as he left, the door to the room flew open, Uta and Yomo calmly walking out, spattered with blood from head to toe. "We'd better hurry," Uta instructed in his carefree manner, but something dark was lurking underneath his facade. "Just before he died, he mentioned that he'd wired this entire building with bombs rigged to go off sixty seconds after his heart stopped beating. Meaning that we have roughly..." He tilted his head. "Twenty-eight seconds, I'd say, to get clear of the blast zone."
"We won't make it back the way we came in," Tsukiyama replied in an authoritative voice. "Not enough time."
"The window," Kaneki offered weakly. "The one Ayato came in."
Uta nodded. "Onward and outward, then."
He opened the door to the room, gesturing for everyone to follow him, and you saw Kaneki cast you a quick glance before you entered the room behind him. He relaxed visibly when he saw that the body on the hospital bed had been covered with a sheet in exchange for a burial shroud, enough to at least hide the carnage from your human eyes, and you had no doubt that (y/n) was under the sheet.
You paused for a moment as first Uta, then Tsukiyama jumped out the window with ease. Yomo cast a final glance at the bed and turned, jumping out the window, leaving just you and Kaneki.
After a second, he said, "C'mon, Hide. We only have seventeen seconds."
You put on your best fake-happy voice. "Right behind you."
He cast you a pitiful half-smile before jumping out the window, and as soon as he was gone, you turned back towards the hospital bed. Half of you wanted to leave the sheet over her and remember her as she'd been in the past, but you couldn't do that. You just couldn't.
You peeled back the shroud, your eyes growing dark when you saw the hole in her chest, and as tears started streaming down your face, and you laughed softly, a laugh filled with regret, longing, loss, and pain, a laugh that didn't sound like a laugh at all.
"At least your lips are intact," you whispered, leaning down. "So I can kiss you one final time." With that, you leaned down and pressed your lips to hers, your tears falling on her face.
Ten seconds left, your inner will-to-survive conscience informed you, and you cast a sad glance towards the shattered window. Ten seconds left to escape and continue living.
You looked out the broken window and saw Kaneki on the ground below, motioning frantically for you to jump, but you just smiled, tears still streaming down your face, and shook your head, removing your hat and throwing it down to him. He looked confused for a second, but then his eyes widened, and it looked like he was going to jump and drag you out, but Uta put a hand on his arm, his signature smirk for once missing. His eyes were dark, but he nodded to you. You nodded back, glad on some level that someone understood, and you turned away from the window and back to the hospital bed.
With three seconds left to live, you clasped the love of your life's cold hand in your own.
The seasons die one after another.
And with that final thought, the building exploded, consuming two souls that were never able to intertwine.