stolen from sinuous_curve
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Warning: This might be slightly disturbing and very depressing. Death!fic, dude.
At first, the gunshots don’t process in Lindsey’s mind. She’s waving at the cheering crowds, smile slotted into place, and even when the screaming stop sounding joyful and start sounding horrified, she doesn’t quite understand what’s going on until she turns to Gerard and sees red. Blood is sliding down Gerard’s face, soaking into his suit. Lindsey’s mind blanks out entirely for a second, and then a mantra of oh my god oh my god oh my god is bombarding her mind. She reaches out to pull Gerard close and cradle his head against her chest, as if to protect him from any more shots. She’s too afraid to feel for his pulse, but she doesn’t think she could do so with her shaking hands anyway. She squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lip as she rocks Gerard’s body against hers ( ... )
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thank youuuu! :D:D:D
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