The Broken (Bran Stark x Reader)

Chapter 27- Dancing With a Ghost

The world around was tinted with a blackness. As though a thick black blanket had been covering your eyes. The sun had long set and the orange sky turned into darkness. Though, you knew as you looked up and the forming stars that Bran was inside looking at the same sky. Waiting for you in his room, and that thought should have brought you comfort.

But, it couldn't.

You tried to calm yourself with the thought of him, but every cold wind reminded you of what was to come. You tried to distract your mind from the inevitable, yet you knew you only had until dawn. There was no comfort to be found in all this chaos. No escape from this reality. No lover or warmth could eclipse the light of the moon that shined down on all the frozen snow that reminded you that the cold would be what killed you. Just in a way you had never imagined.

He was thinking it too. You could tell as soon as you entered the room. His body test atop of the bed. Covered by thick wools to keep him warm. You had only wished thick wools were enough to protect you. Your long lashes fluttered shut as you bit your bottom lip. He didn't urge you to come over, but he desperately wanted you there with him. Every passing moment was another closer to never having you again.

It killed him to think about how cruel the world can be. How creative it was in its torment. He had craved you for so long, and now that he had you not a moment had passed where you could just be in love with each other. Not another care in the world to distract you.

The gods could have his legs if they must. They could take his friends, and his dog, and even Winterfell. But, why must they take you too? He would even gladly allow them to have him, and with a swift pull of a blade it would be possible. It had been something he considered, but selfishly could never do.

He couldn't even blame the gods for taking you. It had been him that begged you to stay. Him who cried at the idea of you fleeing away to safety. How selfish love had made him. Maybe if he did slit his own wrists you could leave now. Or maybe you'd just stay and weep.

"I should have let you go." He said in a small weakened voice. You could tell he had been crying, and trying to hold back any more tears. You open your eyes and look at him with great sadness.

"I wouldn't have." You assure him "even if you told me."

"I could have made you." He growled, but you only shake your head.

"You could not have."

"I could." He fought "You can't even fight. Why are you here?"

"You told me to stay." You remind him. Still calm and not allowing his words to hurt you.

"Why did you listen to me?" A single tear fell from his eye as he spoke with such hatred "I should have told you I hated you, and never wanted to see you again. I should have told you this was all meaningless. You can't protect anyone here. You can't save anyone. Why did you listen, ___?!"

"Because you don't mean any of that." You say softly "you wanted me to stay."

"I want you to go now."

"I will not."

"I want you to go!" He yelled. More tears fell as his voice grew louder "take her dragon and go!"

"Bran." You whisper as you take a step forwards. He began to audibly sob as you grew closer to him "Bran." You sang as you wrapped your arms around him. He pushed back slightly at your touch.

"Leave before it's too late." He demanded as you pull his head into your chest.

"It's already too late."