I am a corset wearing naughty Easter Bunny

Clocks

Warning: Character death and angst ahead Dean Ambrose was kneeling in front of a tombstone, and he’d never felt so lost in his life. He looked terrible. He wore faded jeans and a green t-shirt so old he couldn’t make out the picture on the front. The garments hung loosely from his thin frame. He had the shrunken appearance of a healthy man who had lost a lot of weight in a short time. His normally sparkling blue grey eyes were dull with loss and pain. He surveyed the large grey marble stone in front of him and spoke in a low, anguished tone. “I miss you, Seth.” “The first day was the worst, you know. They knocked me out with some sleeping pills on the day that you “He swallowed, having difficulty getting out the words. “On the day before. Else I never would have slept a wink.” “So anyway, I woke up, and I was so cold, Seth, without you there. I’ve spent six years waking up with you; Intertwined and tangled so I don’t know where I end and you begin. And I woke up alone and cold in our bed the type of cold where nothing can ever seem to warm you up.” He chuckled humourlessly. “And I slept late, if you can believe it. Remember we tried to wake up same time every day, ‘cause we heard it made you sleep better? Well I slept late.” Any laughter left his voice and it dropped to a sad murmur. “You always set the alarm.” “So I got up and looked out the window. And the sun was up. It was a nice day. I couldn’t believe it. A nice fucking day. How could it be a nice day if you weren’t there to see it? The world just kept on turning. Everything just…continues y’know? No matter what. And it shocked the hell out of me.” “The sun rose and the birds fucking sang. People were still starving in Africa and women were still giving birth and the clock was still ticking. I just felt like screaming out “Stop! He’s dead! Don’t you know? Stop! How can you all carry on when he’s dead?” He chuckled bitterly again. “Shit Seth, we always joked the world didn’t revolve around you. Well, it looks like mine did. A change came over him now, and he lifted his head to look hard at the grey stone in front of him. “Some days I hate you for that, Seth. You promised you’d never hurt me. But you have, darling, and it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. How dare you make me love you this much? How dare you make me feel this, this pain that’s digging a hole through my heart? How dare you?” He was yelling now, yelling in the silent graveyard and banging his fists against the stone until his knuckles cracked and began to bleed. “I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you…” His yells dissipated into sobs and his words to whispers.” I love you I love you I love you I love you…” His fists stilled and unclenched. He laid them against the stone, fingers curling and scraping, grappling against the smooth marble as he tried to hold on to something, anything. He leant his forehead against the tombstone and sobbed louder, tears coursing down his sunken cheeks and dripping onto the grass. Dean Ambrose was crying at a tombstone, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to stop.

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