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Wade Wilson was never one to be sad over anything for very long, but when (Name) died he couldn’t help it. One of the few people who weren’t scared of him, who understood him, who allows welcomed him with open arms, and open legs, but now she was gone.
Now, he sat on the couch that they use to watch really bad movies on during date night, stared at the TV that they watched those really bad movies on and touched the bowl she had used just a week ago for popcorn.
Inside his head it was no longer the voices he was use to, now it was her voice repeating the same words he had told himself as she died in his arms. ‘This is all your fault.’ ‘If you had just been stronger, faster, smarter, then I wouldn’t be dead.’ ‘I wish we had never met, then I would still be alive.’ And inside he knew that the voices were right.
He had been the one who didn’t stop her when she decided to tag along for his next mission. He had been the one who put her in charge of standing guard. He had been the one who didn’t account for the fact that there might be guards waiting for them. But, she was the one who had taken the bullet. She had been the one who fell as they surrounded them. She had been the one who died in his arms.
He remembered her final words, they still rang in his head as he thought about her, “Promise me you won’t forget me. Promise me you’ll still watch bad movies and laugh as if I were sitting next to you. Promise me you’ll always love me. Promise me you’ll live the life you want to.”
“Of course I will.” But how could he keep that promise? He would never forget her, but how could he still watch those movies and laugh if she wasn’t there anymore? He would always love, but how could he bring himself to live the life he wanted to if she needed to be there to make it worth it?
He sighed, letting the voices surround him as she filled his thoughts. Her smiling, her dying, her laughing, her closing her eyes, her breathing, her not.
“Shush my love,” she whispered, “I’m still here. Even if you can’t see me, I’ll always be next to you.”
His eyes snapped open and as the voices started up again he tried to remember where he had heard her say that.
“One day I’ll die. It’s a part of life, but I promise you, that I will never stop loving you.”
He couldn’t remember when or where, but it was her. Her soft sweet voice filled the air with her words that made his heart beat just a little faster.
“Close your eyes and I promise, as long as you think of me I’ll be there.”
He closed his eyes and there she was, smiling and laughing as she had a week ago. He almost cried, but as he watched her he couldn’t.
“Hey Wade, let’s watch a movie,” she whispered.
He nodded, “What kind of movie?”
“A really bad one, one that will make me laugh and cry and hurt.”
He nodded again, opening his eyes to find that she was gone again, but for the first time in a week he got up and put a movie on.
Now, he sat on the couch that they use to watch really bad movies on during date night, stared at the TV that they watched those really bad movies on and touched the bowl she had used just a week ago for popcorn.
Inside his head it was no longer the voices he was use to, now it was her voice repeating the same words he had told himself as she died in his arms. ‘This is all your fault.’ ‘If you had just been stronger, faster, smarter, then I wouldn’t be dead.’ ‘I wish we had never met, then I would still be alive.’ And inside he knew that the voices were right.
He had been the one who didn’t stop her when she decided to tag along for his next mission. He had been the one who put her in charge of standing guard. He had been the one who didn’t account for the fact that there might be guards waiting for them. But, she was the one who had taken the bullet. She had been the one who fell as they surrounded them. She had been the one who died in his arms.
He remembered her final words, they still rang in his head as he thought about her, “Promise me you won’t forget me. Promise me you’ll still watch bad movies and laugh as if I were sitting next to you. Promise me you’ll always love me. Promise me you’ll live the life you want to.”
“Of course I will.” But how could he keep that promise? He would never forget her, but how could he still watch those movies and laugh if she wasn’t there anymore? He would always love, but how could he bring himself to live the life he wanted to if she needed to be there to make it worth it?
He sighed, letting the voices surround him as she filled his thoughts. Her smiling, her dying, her laughing, her closing her eyes, her breathing, her not.
“Shush my love,” she whispered, “I’m still here. Even if you can’t see me, I’ll always be next to you.”
His eyes snapped open and as the voices started up again he tried to remember where he had heard her say that.
“One day I’ll die. It’s a part of life, but I promise you, that I will never stop loving you.”
He couldn’t remember when or where, but it was her. Her soft sweet voice filled the air with her words that made his heart beat just a little faster.
“Close your eyes and I promise, as long as you think of me I’ll be there.”
He closed his eyes and there she was, smiling and laughing as she had a week ago. He almost cried, but as he watched her he couldn’t.
“Hey Wade, let’s watch a movie,” she whispered.
He nodded, “What kind of movie?”
“A really bad one, one that will make me laugh and cry and hurt.”
He nodded again, opening his eyes to find that she was gone again, but for the first time in a week he got up and put a movie on.
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It's a very touching story. Pretty good work.