Sometimes I think. Well, here I am, already made piece to the fact that Pyro died in canon. And then something happens/I think of something that makes me want to jump out the window because of that fact, lol.
Lately, it's Shelby's grief. How, even after all these years, she might carry a little residual anger towards Pyro, but she misses him far more.
She sits on a park bench in the evening and hears a familiar voice, and looks up only to realize it's not him. She often sees his face in strangers, especially if they're young people. She thinks about what they would be like if only they had a chance to live. There's a hole in Shelby's heart, a sucking void where Pyro used to be. Surprisingly, she remembers his face well even after hundreds of years, his grin full of sharp teeth, gray skin, and unusual black and red eyes. Sometimes Shelby thinks she'd give anything for their image to live not just in her memories, but in reality. And there's probably still a lot of emotions there that she can barely process even after all these years. Hell, she's not even sure she wouldn't kill him again if there was a way to go back in time or somehow replay this moment. Still, she misses him deeply. She brings flowers to his grave and talks to him, and maybe even allows herself to cry, leaning against the cold stone where their shoulder might have been.
Please take all these images out of my head and undoom Pyro, I can't with it anymore.
Shelby tries to write a story where Pyro doesn't die, survives, and comes with them on their journey to see the world. They try to make it some kind of therapy, but it leads to nothing but ugly sobs from Shelby because there's so much guilt, anger, and grief there. They hate every line they write, they want to rip their notes to shreds, they want Pyro alive here, not in the imaginary story where their coven-family worked—
Okey, I have to stop. I need to breath sooo badly rn.
Sorry for being insane over Pyros death.
