#ofjasontodd

fabian stopped speaking mid conversation - paying more attention to what was behind jason. to everyone , nothing was actually there except for a bunch of desks , but to fabian they were reliving their death over and over again. they couldn’t focus on a single conversation when they were seeing something that was so TRAUMATIZING. 

" it’s not big deal. i walked into a door. “

when they woke up , all they saw was DARKNESS. PITCH BLACK. they could remember everything. they had died. they loved being compared to their dad... but not this. never this. they knew what their dad went through and S T I L L went through to this day. fabian could remember all of it. apollo. keystone city. cheetos and doritos. blood. dying in their best friends arms. 

you’re not meant to BREATHE in a coffin. there’s no air to breathe. coffin’s aren’t for the LIVING. they’re a place for the DEAD. especially when they’re in the ground. not meant to be crawl out of.

fabian doesn’t know how long it takes but they were able to punch open the coffin and crawl through the seven feet of dirt and darkness , feeling like they were suffocating in the process. dirt in their mouth , their face , under their nails , in their hair and in their clothes. they feel like they’re dying again , like they’ll never make it to the ground. were they even going up ? maybe they were just crawling downwards and would never get to the ground ? what a nice way to die for the second time. but they make it to the top and crawl out of the ground , right in front of their headstone. fabian jason todd. february 16, 1992 - june 1, 2009. loving memories of a special child. they wipe the dirt from their face , trying to register everything. take everything in. the tombstone. the flowers. the air. the body that didn’t feel like theirs anymore. was this even happening ? was this some form of the afterlife ? all they felt was sadness. and anger. but also NUMB at the same time. was it possible to feel so deeply but also feel nothing at the same time ? fabian couldn’t even put it into words. they didn’t even know if they could speak. 

only in the suit they were put in for their funeral , they couldn’t even feel the COLD. they were numb and more than just emotionally. it was snowing lightly , perhaps that was a sign. a good sign ? snow was a symbolism of sadness. death. 

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