“No, no, no, don’t fuckin' die on me!”
roccothewopSend me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.
This was it this would be the end of their time together. Funny Daryl always pictured them growing old together, moving out to the small vacation cabin Rocco had surprised him with. Pictured them spending sweet, quite nights together and dying in their sleep. Such stupid thought to him now that he was tied to a chair bleeding out.
The men who were looking for his husband, his Rocco got tired of him not talking. Leaving him unrecognizable and bleeding out in the middle of his apartment he shared with Rocco. What a mess, oh what a mess it was. And how upset Rocco would be when he gets home, if he gets home.
Daryl thinking to himself that he would do it all over again, being with Rocco, marrying him. All of it he would do again and again even if he still ended up here. He loved Rocco with every inch of his heart and soul and whatever else they used in cheesy Hallmark cards.
Taking his last breath Daryl’s brain seemed to just slow until there was nothing left.
