"Lyrical" - Rated R
Disclamer: I am not misters Mitchell, Van Sickle, or Pasley.
Also, my muse made me do it. I didn't want to, but I think she was going into overload from the fluff I've been pounding out the past few weeks.
Three month had past since the eclipse and the O.Z. had made rapid progress, but at the same time the O.Z. was healing DG was falling apart.
“Go fuck yourself!”
“DG...”
“Why are you even here? Your mission is over, I'm safe, so why don't you just back the hell off!”
“DG...”
“I don't need you.”
After that Cain had quietly gone to his room, gathered his things, and left the castle. DG soon regretted her harsh words, but by then no one knew where he was.
It was two years before the report came.
“I was in the bar waiting for my contact when I heard some of the regulars talking about a man named Cain. They were saying...”
“Go on captain.”
“They said...He had been found face down in his pillow.”
“Oh...”
“Ma'am, he was... that is... he was holding your picture.”
The report had gotten out and people started to talk, they never said anything to DG directly, but she heard all the same.
“All those years in the iron suit...”
“It's amazing he lasted this long...”
“Just couldn't find a place for himself...”
The first time the whiskey had left a rawness in her throat and a fire in her belly, but that soon turned to numbness. But even through the numbness he was still there, it was still her fault.
“You should have hated me. Why didn't you hate me Wyatt?
I loved you, you know. No, you don't know. You don't know because I sent you away.
And you loved me back. You loved me back and that's what killed you. It was me that killed you.”
Through the haze of her tears DG managed to open the bottom drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out his gun.
They found her the next morning with her face down in her pillow, next to her was a note that simply said, “I'll love him till I die.”
Also, my muse made me do it. I didn't want to, but I think she was going into overload from the fluff I've been pounding out the past few weeks.
Three month had past since the eclipse and the O.Z. had made rapid progress, but at the same time the O.Z. was healing DG was falling apart.
“Go fuck yourself!”
“DG...”
“Why are you even here? Your mission is over, I'm safe, so why don't you just back the hell off!”
“DG...”
“I don't need you.”
After that Cain had quietly gone to his room, gathered his things, and left the castle. DG soon regretted her harsh words, but by then no one knew where he was.
It was two years before the report came.
“I was in the bar waiting for my contact when I heard some of the regulars talking about a man named Cain. They were saying...”
“Go on captain.”
“They said...He had been found face down in his pillow.”
“Oh...”
“Ma'am, he was... that is... he was holding your picture.”
The report had gotten out and people started to talk, they never said anything to DG directly, but she heard all the same.
“All those years in the iron suit...”
“It's amazing he lasted this long...”
“Just couldn't find a place for himself...”
The first time the whiskey had left a rawness in her throat and a fire in her belly, but that soon turned to numbness. But even through the numbness he was still there, it was still her fault.
“You should have hated me. Why didn't you hate me Wyatt?
I loved you, you know. No, you don't know. You don't know because I sent you away.
And you loved me back. You loved me back and that's what killed you. It was me that killed you.”
Through the haze of her tears DG managed to open the bottom drawer of her nightstand. She pulled out his gun.
They found her the next morning with her face down in her pillow, next to her was a note that simply said, “I'll love him till I die.”