#death's stuff

What in the heck do y'all find so interesting about my messed up obsessions? 😂

"I can get my things."

She turns and starts back up the ramp, shoulders slumped and worn little boots dragging against the cold metal.

Panic rises from the sickening weight in his stomach. She can't possibly think he's abandoning her? She can't assume he's dumping her off like unwanted cargo? It's not true. She can't think that. She can't make her decision thinking that.

He reaches out blindly. He means to grab her arm but he catches her hand instead. He's struck by how tiny it is. The way her fingers close so easily within his own. How effortless it would be for him to snap them with a simple flick of his wrist. That thought scares him into letting her go but to his relief she stays, turning back to peer curiously down at him.

"You don't need too." He says quickly. She frowns and he resists the urge to reach up and pull at his own hair. Hunter had always said conversation wasn't his strength. He just wishes now wasn't the time his weakness had to rear it's ugly head.

"I mean you don't have to go." He says. His voice has gone quiet and it takes him a moment to recognize it as his own. Omega cocks her head. Sweet brown eyes stare painfully deep into his and he has to look away.

"Do you want me to stay?" She asks.

"I want you to be happy." He says.

That's a lie.

He needs her to stay. No one else knows how it feels to live with the memory of Hunter's warm smile. No one else will miss Tech's annoying lectures on useless information. No one else has to shake with the need for Wrecker's painfully tight hugs. No one else will ever imagine the ghostly memory of Echo's footsteps clanking against the Marauder's metal floor in the dead of the sleep cycle.

No one except her, the little girl that had lived and breathed with them, could possibly understand how desperately he misses them.