She didn't know what to do. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at the body in front of her, brown eyes open and blood trickling down his forehead. Slowly she bent down on her knees and reached a hand towards his eyes to gently close them. Now he would never see again. He would never breathe again, laugh again, live again.
All she knew how to do was cry. She let tears roll silently down her cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away. Nobody was around, so no one could see her breaking down. A strangled cry lept out of her lips. She closed her eyes and let her body fall down onto his, not caring if the blood would ruin her favorite t-shirt. It was the one he bought for her, eyes bright with excitement as she opened the present. God, the shirt was hideous. However he loved it, so she did too.
Rain fell down upon them, causing a cliche moment that always happens in the movies. Maybe it was the movies; a dream. He couldn't actually be dead... could he? She whimpered and sunk her fingers into his damp, curly, brown hair that felt lifeless and thick with blood.
"No..." She uttered softly, barely above a whisper. If she spoke any louder, she might disrupt his peace. Was he even feeling peaceful? Why did this happen to him? Trees surrounded them, sheltering their limp bodies from the heavy downfall of rain. However, nothing could stop the rain falling from her eyes. Nothing could stop the pain she felt. Her heart was breaking, her soul was crumbling, and nothing could stop the process of her falling apart.
She knew she should call 911, tell them about this. They were already too late, so what good would it do? Would he be safer in the hospital? No, he hated hospitals. He'd rather be left in the dirt with his eyes wide open, drying out, then be in one of those places.
He should've been in one. Then maybe he wouldn't have done this. Maybe he wouldn't have stolen his dad's gun and drove out into the forest where no one could hear him scream as he pulled the trigger. A hospital would've been good for him. She chuckled dryly and lifted her head slightly, just enough to watch his serene expression. Or, lack thereof. He was really gone. She laid back down, head on his chest that held no heartbeat, hands wrapped around his cold body.
Maybe she could just stay here with him.
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Supernatural Imagines
Fanfiction(completed) just some random supernatural imagines and preferences that I decided to write. (the first few imagines are really crappy but I swear they get better) {characters are not mine}
