a car a torch
also written in 2015 so it's garbage. uhh the title is me making fun of myself because this was literally just called "the death" on dA and. like. you couldn't be more... subtle? so. y'know. a car, a torch, a death. i really love that song sbjdgbjf. anyway it switches to second person at the end because that was the only way I could think to convey those emotions at the time i hate myself
Blood splattered on the ground as the wolf coughed, stumbled, collapsed. He lay on his side, whimpering softly in pain. His companion, sensing this was coming, stopped walking immediately and turned around in alarm. "Porter?"
Another soft whimper escaped before Porter was able to speak. "It's bad," he said hoarsely. "I don't think I'm getting up this time."
"You said that last time," the cat said, but she knew this time was different. She was in denial.
"Hover..." he said quietly. "I'm sorry."
Hover sat quietly beside him, staring emotionlessly. In his eyes, she saw fear, pain, and love. "It isn't fair," she whispered, and he could see she was frowning. Accompanied with her mouth, her eyes looked sad. Alone, they looked empty, devoid of emotion. "You were the only one. Not like this. It shouldn't have been like this. It isn't fair." He could barely hear her, but her robotic voice was so full of emotion... it was almost unnerving.
Porter looked away, and then back at her. "You don't need to be here, if you really don't want to feel emotions anymore. But I think it's good that you feel things. Then you can think for yourself. Like when you saved me all those times." He watched as her eyes changed slightly. When she sighed, he could see her mouth was now in a neutral shape. "Yeah, that's what I thought. It's okay. You don't have to feel anything." He looked away again. "Do what you need to do." She continued staring. A sniffle came from him, and he closed his eyes tightly. "Hover... I don't want to die."
Somewhere deep inside of her, she ached. She felt pain. She let it happen for a second, and then ended it. Her silence didn't bother him.
After much consideration, she put a metallic paw on his shoulder. A watery eye opened and he looked over at her. "It's okay," he whispered. She felt nothing.
His breathing was shallow and sporadic. As he slowly lapsed into unconciousness, she kept her paw on him comfortingly. In unconciousness, his breathing was even more shallow, and she fearfully debated on what to do. In the end, she knew. She would do what she always did.
He was still breathing when she turned and walked away from the best friend she had ever known.
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"That decision..." Hover looks down. "I thought it would help me feel less. I know how it is to have emotions. They hurt. They can be turned against you. I didn't want that. But, you know... that day, when I chose to leave him, to ignore his request..." She looks back up at you. "It made me feel things anyway. And I felt a new emotion. One I'd never felt before. It was such a strange feeling..." She looks through you for a moment, lost in memories. "I feel it to this day. I think it's what you'd call... regret."