a/n: @glitchy-vibe i saw your post abt the tamsy fic and decided to try it out 😞🫶 (sry if its not that good, its my first fic)
warnings : angst , slight gore , not proof-read
Tamsy had never thought much about how he truly felt about you, never.
he remembers the first time you and him had ever shared a night together, your limbs mixing with his under the cotton sheets.
he remembers how delicate and helpless you seemed. how relaxed and at peace you felt next to him.
he remembers watching your eyes slowly begin to open, only to almost immediately smile when you saw his face. a soft "good morning" slipping past your lips as you yawn.
he remembers how soft your. skin felt under his finger tips, how you hated anyone touching you after a mission if you hadn't shower yet.
all these thoughts replay through his mind as he holds you close to his chest, your crimson blood staining his cleaner uniform as his grip tightened.
he slowly looked down at you in his arms.
your organs and intestines were scattered across the battle field, a large gash across your chest leading right up to your neck where he could see into you, your beating heart just barely intact.
he trembles as tears threaten to spill. he hated this feeling. the burning ache in his chest flaring. he hated feeling terrified. he absolutely despised it.
he didn't know what to do. should he call for help? gather your organs himself and try and help you?
he suddenly stills as he feels a steady hand on his back, slowly turning his head to meet golden irises.
enjin didn't look to good himself, a large injury on his back and arm, but he was still standing.
"tamsy...its too late, they're gone."
he wanted to scream, shout in retaliation at the supporters taking your still body out of his hands.
he couldn't move from the spot where you died. he didn't want too.
for once in his life, Tamsy Caines didn't know how to deal with death, as it wasn't by his hands.
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