“See you are gonna be okay, you are gonna be okay,” he repeated over and over, still no response. How it happened, he wasn’t sure and was the least of his concerns. “Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled under his breath as he pressed his hand against the undeniable blood that left your side. He didn’t notice his friends watching behind him with teary eyes, he didn’t notice how loud he was, he didn’t notice the military and officials running into the building, and he didn’t notice the soft and hardly noticeable breathing coming from you. As everything disappeared and all there was was you. He laid there over your body, his hand tightly grasping onto yours, the tears beating down against your bloody and ripped shirt. And then it came out, a cry, tears, the thing he had been holding onto for so long. He wanted to yell and scream, and he was, his head was pounding as a clump of thoughts laid stagnant in his mind. No lively movement, your laugh and bright eyes weren’t in their usual place on your face. And he just looked at you, not able to comprehend what was in-front of him. Steve’s hands were hesitant to touch your arm, scared your frail form would crumble from beneath the rough touch of his fingers. He always had, and it was something he no longer had to worry about when you came in. He hated the image, the image of you being alone, leaving alone, he hated being alone. No longer accompanied by Mike, you laid there alone. He slid down the center of the escalator, his feet pattering against the hard tile towards you, practically sliding across the floor. He didn’t waste a second, did as he always did, moved without thinking. Stillness of his friends, stillness of the dead, stillness of you. He barely took notice to the limp monster dead on the floor, the fire ablaze in the center of the room, and stillness. And his mind went blank, and the only thing there was you and that repeated image of your lifeless figure. His mind was a panicked buzz as the terrifying screams filled the room. And just as it started, it all ended so fast. Mike was in hysterics, whilst it all went on, while the monster rained on, while Billy Hargrove stood over a young frightened girl, while El fought as hard as she could, while he just stood there. He had promised he would protect you, but there you were, him begging his mind to stop jumping to the worst possible conclusion. There he stood, breaking the promise he had repeated to you almost everyday. There he stood, a story above them, all out of fireworks and not able to move. He felt frozen in place as he watched your limp body be dragged across the mall floor by Mike, him yelling for help, a limping Max following close behind.Īnd he was helpless. Would it just burst? At this point, he wondered if bursting would have been the better option. As his heart thumped louder and louder and louder. IT WAS LIKE A PERMANENT RINGING IN his ears became the only sound, as the quiet echoes of fireworks and yells remained in the background. ( that should be all, but please let me know if i missed anything! )Ī/n: welcome back to me making myself sad with my writing, enjoy the angst kiddos! Warning : angsty angst, oops, sorry not sorry! okay, but more seriously, talk of explosions, death, blood and injuries, mild cursing. ▬ in which the great king steve harrington finally crumbles and falls the minute you do.
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