💔cooper and scarlett
Your muse dies in my muse’s arms.
Cooper wasn’t expecting this night turning out how it did, he honestly thought that it would be a different scenario, he finally got Scarlett back after how long without her in his life. The male was laying against the car with Scar in his arms, never in his life did he cry, even when his grandmother passed away from a long battle with cancer to his family dog needing to be put down. He was taught to not cry over the smallest things or even death, something about being a man and having to shove the emotions down his throat. Something his uncle would tell him when his father wasn’t around teaching him about growing up.
“Scarlett, please…don’t…not when we are finally together.” Cooper pleaded, as he held down onto the wound on her chest, trying to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” His voice breaking as he continued to talk, staring down at her and wanting her to be fine that this was just a bump in the road and she will come back alive.
The fact the driver was clearly intoxicated had Cooper furious until he spotted Scarlett on the ground, staring up at the night sky. Cooper called for help, pleaded for them to hurry to the street they were on. His hand held hers as he kissed the back of it, shaking his head at her words that were so soft to understand. “I love you, please don’t leave me.”
THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS.
