#technoblade angst

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

walking into the kitchen, techno was already chopping up the potatoes, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and hair tied into a bun. the sight alone was breathtaking to you, and he didn’t even know it. you walked over to stand by his side, grabbing the carrots on the counter to start chopping them up. techno glanced at you without moving his head so you wouldn't notice, and you didn’t. 

you didn’t notice.

you grunted as you failed at your second attempt of mounting the horse, your leg just not long enough to swing over the saddle. about to try for a third time, a pair of hands landed on your waist, making you halt your movements.

“here, let me help you.” the warmth of techno’s fingers melted through the material of your clothes. you felt your blood rush to your cheeks. you uttered out a small “thanks,” letting him lift you onto the horse with little power needed from you.

you grabbed a hold of the rope attached to the horse to lead and stop him, waiting for techno to get on his horse again, watching as he does so with ease.

“alright, let’s go.”

you wanted to go for a ride together in the forest a few miles away from the snowy cabin you were held up at most of the time, for a change of scenery, or just to spend some peace and quiet time together if you will.

techno turned his head to look at you, seeing if you’d found your way around on the horse, meaning for it to just be a quick glance. but when he saw how you smiled sweetly at the horse as you ran a gentle hand over his fur, he couldnt help but to admire you. your were so… kind-natured. innocent, sweet. completely different from him, yet here you were - his. his heart tugged in his chest as the voices in his head kept repeating compliments aimed towards you.

“techno!”

with a last minute jerk to the rope, techno just about managed to miss falling down the deep ravine one block away from him. he swallowed, looking over at you again as you giggled at him. he recollected himself, moving on ahead of you casually to look calm and collected.

you reached the woods, the snowy path you’d been following slowly disappearing and being replaced by the beautiful array of colours from the autumn leaves. your eyes widened at your colourful surroundings, not having been used to this type of biome since you got into a relationship with techno and stayed with him. and as much as you loved staying with techno in the snowy biome, you still missed what you were used to.

distracted by the scenery, you didn’t notice the creeper sneaking up on you from between the trees.

but your horse did.

kicking his front legs in the air, you screeched, holding on tight to the rope as your horse started running with full speed down the path and away from the creeper. away from techno. now was the time you really wished you knew more about riding a horse. you probably should've listened more when techno helped you learn.

your hair blew back from the powerful wind, eyes squinted as you tried your best to make your horse stop, but despite your effort, nothing seemed to work.

suddenly, a hard tug to the rope you were holding, and everything stood still again, no more cold wind. techno appeared on his horse beside you, pink braid messy from the wind blowing into his face and brows furrowed. he quickly got off his horse, keeping a hold on the rope as he approached you.

“come on, boy, it’s okay. that nerd is far gone.” you laughed a little at his choice of words, noticing a little gunpowder on his hand as he reached out to you. “you okay?” his eyes drooped, a sincere look crossing his face as you placed your hand in his. warm, as always.

“yeah, I’m good. y’know, just glad I didn’t die from that,” you smiled, letting him help you down. he rolled his eyes.

“maybe you're being a bit overdramatic. I don't think you could die from that.”

your brows furrowed, arms crossed over your chest. overdramatic?

he swallowed.

“I mean, y’know, you’re the lover of the blood god, I think you're too strong for such a weak death.”

you squinted your eyes at him and shot him a small glare. he shot you a lopsided smile, letting out a breath once you turned around to get on the horse again.

victory.

he watched you struggle mounting the horse again. “d’you need help with that?”

“no!”

“ah! this is you?”

you picked up the photo from the counter, just in time before he could snatch it away from you. you quickly held it to you, sending him a mischievous smirk as you looked at it. he sighed.

it was a picture from when he was little, barely taller than wilbur who stood beside him in the photo with his arm slung over his shoulders, little tommy peeking at the camera between the two brothers. you felt a pang in your chest as your eyes softened looking at the photo. techno had his long hair in a braid, hanging from his shoulder and down his chest, tusks peeking out from under his upper lip, glaring at will as he pulled him close, a bright smile on the brunettes face. techno’s glasses were the same, but the scar that usually ran down the middle of his eye was yet to be seen.

it was… so precious.

“aww, look at you tech! even back then you hair was in a — braid…”

you turned, looking at techno with a faltering smile, watching as his cheeks and ears glowed a bright red. he itched his neck, keeping his eyes glued to the ground.

“tech? you okay?” you reached out, gentle fingers pushing a strand of hair out of his face, same hand cupping his face to make him look at you. he did, eyes gloomy and brows upturned.

“they hate me.”

your face fell, breath hitching at his words. how could he say that?

“what? honey, they don’t hate you. you’re their brother-“

“brother? what kind of a brother am I, y/n? a good one? a brother who leaves his family behind? I would understand if they aren’t very fond of me.”

your lips parted, eyes open wide as you listened intently, observing his icy orbs.

techno didn’t mean to suddenly unload his emotional baggage on you, but you seeing that photo - it reminded him of why the ones he loved were not in his life anymore, and it reminded him that you might become an addition to that list. as a man known for control and power, he has little of that in his head. he has no idea if the voices are gonna betray him again like they’d once done before and leave you, abandon you. lose you. his fears were coming out, crawling out of his mouth in no words and-

he sobbed.

head landing on your shoulder, he hunched over and clung to your body, releasing the tears he hadn’t cried for so long, years, into your shoulder. you found it hard to take in his sudden outburst, not having ever seen this side of the piglin before.

you quickly shook off your own feelings, knowing that now was a time where you had to think of him and only him. you placed your hands on the back of his head, over his hair as you held him close to you, kissing his temple. looking down at the photo still in your hand, you wondered what kind of past he must’ve had to feel this way, to feel so… alone. even when he still had so many people who loved him.

“techno.” you managed to pull him slightly away from you, teary eyes staring into yours as you wiped his tears on his cheeks away. “tell me what happened.”

he sniffed, unbuttoning the top button to his shirt for air. “which part?”

“all of it.”

they deserve nothing. they’re merely just another peasant who’s gonna end up stabbing us in the back.

techno stared at you as you slept peacefully beside him, hand still resting on his bare chest. he swallowed, eyes clouded with darkness. he squeezed them shut to get the voices to stop.

do it now. while they’re weak, disadvantaged. one stab through the neck and we’re safe, free. alone.

techno shot up from the bed, panting and clutching a hand over his heart. he groaned, wiping the sweat off of his forehead, but to no avail - his whole body was completely covered.

he hadn’t even heard you stir awake, the only thing he’d been able to hear being the voices, murderous, merciless voices roaming his mind.

“techno, what’s wrong?” you asked, but received no response other than the loud breathing he was letting out as he heaved. “hey.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, to which he immediately flinched away from your touch, as if you’d burned him with your fingertips. he stared back at you with wide eyes, backing away from you on the bed. your slight feeling of worry turned into a feeling much worse.

“get away from me,” he panted, moving further away from you once he noticed you trying to get closer.

“techno what’s wrong? talk to me, please! I’m only trying to he-“

“please just get away from me, y/n…”

you gaped at him as he stood up from the bed, claws scraping his scalp as he held his head, facing the ground. he heaved, shoulders moving up and down to his breathing as it grew louder along with the voices. he grunted, placing a hand on the wall as if he couldn’t stand up straight.

ignoring his words, you stood from the bed too, finding his health and happiness much more important than whatever reason he had for asking you to stay away from him. your heart started beating faster, anxious about him. what was happening? why was he acting like this? you’d never seen this happen to him before, and you were too desperate to know what was going on in his head to listen to his desperate words.

you grabbed his forearm, trying to get him to turn to you, but as soon as you did, the air from your lungs left your body as he pushed you harshly against the wall. a cold feeling on your neck, and without being able to move you could feel the blade pressing into your skin, a drop of warm blood running down your neck from where the blade had broken skin. you stopped breathing, looking into his eyes as tears fell from yours. he was still heaving, eyes black and hot breath fanning your face as he showed off his tusks from his open mouth.

“I said get the fuck away from me,” he growled, eyes unrecognizable as they stared into yours. you whimpered, clenching your hand around the wrist holding the blade to your neck. your nails dug into his skin, not wanting to hurt him, but fearing that not doing so would end up getting you even more hurt. though nothing felt as painful as what you were feeling right now. this man- beast, before you was not techno. it couldn’t be…

you cried out his name, closing your eyes in fear of what would happen. and then, the pressure was removed from your neck, a shaky pair of arms embracing you as the clang of the blade hitting the floor surrounded the room.

“y/n I- the voices I can’t-“

you gasped for air, pushing him off of you with all of your power and sobbing as you looked at your lover, disbelief coursing through you. your bottom lip shook as you cried, shaky hands clinging to your own body in a way to try and cope with what just happened. blood was smeared on your neck from the cut he made with the blade, his soaked eyes widening at the sight. he huffed, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. what had he done? the one thing he’d ever wanted to do was protect you, and now he was the one hurting you. “y/n please, I’m so sorry. something took over me I- you know that I’d never try to hurt you, right?”

he inched slightly closer to you, tears that were forming in his eyes finally falling when you backed away from him in fear. you just cried harder at his words, smearing blood on your face when you placed your hands over your eyes, sobbing into your hands. words couldn’t explain how you felt - betrayal? shock? anger? sadness? none of them felt like the right word. all you knew was that you didn’t feel good.

and neither did techno.

he backed away from you, realizing that the only way for him to make you feel at least a little bit better, safer, was if you were far away from him. far, far away.

he was out of the bedroom before you had the chance to stop him, looking up from your wet hands to see him gone along with his red cape and sword. wide-eyed, you looked around the room, contemplating wether you should go after him or not. the man you loved, your soulmate. the man who just attacked you.

techno left hooveprints in the snow as he ran, away away away. as far as his legs would let him. he didn’t know what his mind could do now without his control. he didn’t know if he was capable of keeping you safe from himself. all he knew was that he could never hurt you again. not like this.

he reached the woods, huffing out a breath as he stopped by a tree to catch his breath. the need for oxygen in his lungs blocked out the sound of loud gallops coming his way.

you spotted his blood red cape, royal colour standing out from the dull trees. “come on, Carl. we’ve gotta get him,” you mumbled to yourself and the horse you were sat on, speeding up as you entered the forest. “tech!”

turning around with wide eyes, techno’s heart sped up as he saw you there, getting off the horse with ease. he took a step back. “y/n, please, I don’t wanna hurt you again,” he pleaded, holding his hand out to prevent you from coming closer to him.

you signed sadly, heart glowing with love so powerful that you swear he could see it through your skin. unfortunately, he couldn’t. so you needed to tell him, or else you were scared you’d never see him again.

“honey, please. let’s talk about this,” you stepped closer to him, attempting to get close to him without scaring him off. he didn’t step back this time. instead, he faced the ground, ears downturned in shame. he watched a tear fall from his eye and melt into the snow below him. “I know you’d never try to hurt me, tech.”

your hand was on his cold cheek now, lifting his head up to look at you. he did, tearful and pouty. it almost made you cry. you know he didn’t mean to hurt you, you could see it. but that just left you confused with what had happened. and something told you he was just as confused.

“please,” you begged, running your fingers through his hair. “I love you.” techno closed his eyes shut at your words, giving into your touch as he melted in your arms, crying softly into your shoulder. you let your tears fall silently as well, watching as the sun started rising in the horizon as you stood embracing your broken lover in the middle of the snowy woods.

he hadn’t answered you back then. he wished he’d been different.

your eyes lit up in excitement as you spotted a green and red figure from the window despite the blaring sun shining onto the snow, blinding you. you bursted out of the door, running towards the two men wearing barely any clothes. but you didn’t care. because he was back. techno was back, after a whole month since that night.

you threw your arms around him, crashing into his body. his usual warmth surrounded you. oh, how you’d missed that warmth. you shut your eyes, trying your hardest not to cry as the piglin embraced you back, bearing the same expression on his face as you did.

phil continued walking to the cabin, muttering a small “hey y/n” and then leaving you to it.

“you’re back earlier than expected,” you said, running a finger over his spine as you took him in.

“yeah… puffy said it seemed like I was getting better faster than we’d thought. so she sent me back,” he explained, monotone yet heart pounding incredibly hard for you.

you pulled away from him, cupping his face to get a look at him. he looked… calm. better. sending him to puffy’s therapy must’ve done something by the looks of it. but of course you couldn’t know since you hadn’t talked about it yet. but all you could think of right now was how much you’d missed him.

you placed your lips on his, kissing him gently to get used to his lips again. you’d missed his kisses, his presence, him him him. he kissed back, pulling your chest against his as he soothed his thumb over your chin. he tilted his head for a deeper angle, letting his tongue run across your bottom lip. you let him in, electricity shooting through your body, leaving you with a fuzzy feeling.

he pulled away and wrapped his red cape around you, resting his chin on your head. “I missed you so much, kid.”

and the words he spoke were true. he’d missed you so much that when he left you it felt like his lungs would collapse and his blood would run dry and like his whole body was shutting down. he loved you more than he’d ever thought he’d be capable of loving anyone or anything. like you were the sole purpose of his life, the end goal. you were everything to him.

and yet he had this feeling that he shouldn’t be with you. that he should stay far away from you, like you weren’t meant to be. it was draining and it was there with him whenever he thought of you or was in your presence - this breathtaking and anxious feeling ripping the love right out of his heart.

he squeezed you to him, kissing the top of your head. you smiled into his cape. “I missed you too. so much.” 

He never ran so fast in his life, not even on his execution day when his life depended on it. But this time your life depended on it. You were hurt and even if he didn’t want to think about it you could be dying. He shouted and cried out for your name as he followed the trail of blood with cherry blossom flowers scattered around, some whole flowers and some just simple petals gained in your blood. The flowers were throwing him off, what are you doing holding flowers while your bleeding out? It just doesn’t make sense.

With his grip tight on his sword he began to push down the guilty feeling of the possibility of having to kill his dear polar bear friend, Steve, but the bear has never been hostile towards Phil, Ranboo, him and especially you. Steve adored you and never once showed an once of aggression towards you, hell, he even protected you and almost got himself killed by quackity when the butcher army came and tried to use you as bait, but Steve had came between you and Quackity growling and huffing at the man. So how can Steve be the cause of your injuries? How were you able to walk this far with the amount of blood you’ve spilt?

He couldn’t think now. He had to find you.

Phil on the other hand was shaking, have you finally reached the last stage of your disease? He know the disease can kill someone at a random pace but he felt like it was happening too fast. You can’t be dying now. Not when they’ve finally won the war, destroyed L’manberge on your behalf and he still had to get you to finally confess to Technoblade. You can’t be dying now. You have so much to do.

Phil was quick to grab a first aid and regeneration potions before running out and following your trail of blood that Techno followed speaking of the piglin he now had stopped at the sight of the beach shore where your trail lead up to. Where were you? Double checking your trail he caught sight of it going the opposite direction to a grass hill with trees. Cherry blossom trees. His ears caught the sound of a whimpering and rumbling of a whine. It sounded like Steve.

Running up the hill he he caught sight of Steve his form revealed more as Techno walked up the hill, then he finally caught sight of you.

You laid there on the grass, lifeless and limp, blood dripping from your nose and mouth, your hair sprawled around you, your clothes soaked and matted in your blood, dying the material a deep shade of scarlet, your eyes closed. If it weren’t for the blood, you’d like like your were peacefully sleeping. Steve was beside you with his muzzle nudging against your head gently pushing it to the side, his head nuzzling into your hair every few seconds. He chuffed and whimpered almost like a cry out for you, the bears body language showing signs of distress and grief as he continued nudging your head to wake you but to no avail.

Technoblade stared at the scene before him and examined his bear to confirm if Steve was the culprit. Upon closer examination there wasn’t blood around his paws or mouth only slight blood stains on his coat on his back and sides where you had leaned on Steve for support and your body didn’t have any wounds despite the large amount of blood, then the sight of pink petals gliding gracefully to the ground surrounding your body, and landing on you here and there, caught his attention. The scenery seemed familiar….

Then it finally clicked. You and him stood under a cherry blossom tree one day after a long day of farming potatoes and washing the dogs and Steve you and techno decided to relax at the beach until you caught sight of the cherry blossom trees. You had gasped which caught Technos attention as he watched you run up to the trees and stood under one, your hands stream hung up reaching out to grasp a fallen petal. Techno flowed behind you and stopped a few feet away from you and watched your face shine bright with your smile brightening your face he had to hold back a smile and ignore the weird tingling feeling that buzzed in his chest and cheeks. You lowered you hands and admired the few petals you managed to catch in your palms failing to notice the petal that landed on your head. He didn’t know what happened but they moment he took that petal off your head, the way you stared at his eyes as he stared back he felt something in his chest flutter. It was warm and it felt nice but he didn’t know what it was and he had an urge of want to feel it again. He stared at you as he spaced out and fought back to the figuring out he feeling but your words pulled him out and he soon realized that he was staring. He cleared his throat and looked away focusing on the water as you turned back to playing with the petals in your hand. Techno still gripped the petal in his fingers and refused to let it go instead stroking it in his pocket. He snuck back his attention to you and was caught in a trance once again as he admired your facial features. His face felt warm and the feeling came back again as his heart began to skip a beat and beat faster than ever. Then it clicked. Techno felt his world stop at the thought, he was in love. With you. The feeling intensified but despite how warm and nice it felt, the feeling was put to a stop when the weight of the realization dawned upon him. He couldn’t fall in love with you, he was a wanted man, he was a brute, the voices were dangerous when they chanted for blood, if you became his s/o your have a target on your head or be his next victim to his hunger for blood lust and he couldn’t fathom the thought of you getting hurt because of him.

Techno finally came to a realization that the tree you and him stood under that day was the exact one he was currently under right now where you now lay lifeless before him.

This was the exact setting, and the exact day a year ago when he had fallen in love with you. His grip on his sword faltered as it slipped through his fingertips and fell to the ground with a dull ‘thud’. He slowly began walking towards your body, his sword most prized sword long forgotten. He kneeled down beside you before reaching out and scooping you up from your puddle of blood surrounding your upper body as he ignored the blood. He could care less for the mess.

“Techno! (YN)!” Phil’s voice came from below the hill, Techno didn’t answer letting Phil find his way up to him. Not a second later the said man was running up the hill, breathing heavily, out of breath. He’d clearly been running the whole time, worried was etched all the over his face until he caught sight of you limp form in the man’s arms did his face go blank.

Techno was deathly silent as he held your body close to his getting your blood on him. Phil put the supplies down, his face filled with guilt and sadness. He was too late. He shouldn’t have listened to you, he should’ve told Techno the minute he found out that he was the cause of the sickness. Now it’s his fault you’re gone. ‘I’m so sorry (yn)’ he said in his head as he stared at Technos body hunched over yours, Steve laying beside techno with his head resting in your lap.

“It was Hanahaki.” Phil said finally breaking the intense silence that filled the air minus the sound of the water crashing with the slight wind and Steve’s distressed noises.

Techno didn’t say anything, he stood still and continued to keep his head down. Phil cold felt tense but he continued seeing how Technos ears peaked ever so slightly, signaling that he was listening. “It was Hanahaki that killed her, it’s a disease one gets when they fall in love with another who doesn’t reciprocate the same feelings or think that the person doesn’t love them back. They fall into a depression which soon triggers vines to grow in their lungs. It continues growing making it difficult for the person to breath. Eventually they sprout flowers of their loves’ favorite flowers which they eventually being puking and coughing out, the coughing causes their lungs to tighten and make the thorns on the vines penetrate the lungs slowly and makes them bleed out. Eventually the vines break through the lungs and the person eventually dies out from either blood lost or suffocation. She was in love with you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Techno was eerily calm which set Phil in edge a bit.

“Because I promised her I wouldn’t tell you till after the fight. I wanted her to confess to you even if you didn’t love her back but i wanted her to tell you. I just never expected the disease to take her so fast. I’m sorry.”

It was quiet for a minute which almost felt like an eternity. “Please leave. And take Steve back home. Please.” It was all he said, Phil nodded and called Steve. The bear hesitated but was reluctant and flowed after Phil, with the crows flying back home as well.

Techno was finally alone. Alone with you. The soft wind and sounds of soft crashing waves were the only things that filled the silence. Techno kept his head down, his eyes glued to your face that looked at peace. Taking his sleeve he wiped the blood from your nose and mouth giving him a more cleaner and clear view of your beauty. He sat there for who know how long just staring down at you until he flinched slightly at the sight of water falling down and dropping onto your face rolling down your cheek bones. He was crying. His body began to shake as silent sobs escaped his mouth, more tears began to stream down his face, some landing on your face mixing with some spots of blood on your face as he continued staring at your face. His heart began to hurt. He should’ve told you he loved you the moment he knew he fell on love with you. Now here he was. Underneath the same tree but now the consequences of falling in love had brought you to your demise and left him a sobbing mess and his heart broken.

The voices weren’t even bothering him. Not a single peep came from them. They were dead silent, another reminder that he was truly alone. He held you tighter you face buried in his neck, his face buried in your hair as another rack of sobs shook through his body. His hand stroking your hair as he tried to savor the last of your slowly depleting warmth that emanated from your body.