#read a fanfic that was in the format of like. a uquiz? and it was poking and antagonistic towards the reader who was approaching it from

[bapbidibop]

Uhhh okay so this is part of a piece that I don’t think it works in, anymore? M proud of it though, so I’m posting it here quick :3

I've hoarded your name in my mouth for months, days gone, roughly 600 words.

The two of you do leave eventually, and the lack of a third feels like a sort of defeat, but that line of thought’s between you and her photo, pulled out of your wallet and tucked carefully away into your vest. You like to think that you’ll get used to that, anyways, right next to, well. Managing to get out of town with Boozer was nothing short of a fuckin miracle, you’re not dismissing it, it’s just that. Were you too selfish, back at that heli? Too naive? Your last thought before shaking the topic away entirely is that maybe you weren’t selfish enough.

Your missing ring glowers at you. Your missing ring burns, somehow.

How dare you think you could save both of them.

You recall the rooftop, Sarah’s injury too severe to make getting her out and to medical care anything less than urgent, and a part of you may later mock NERO for bugging out in a world gone to shit, but there’s a MISSING (-not dead, not dead. Not dead. … right?) sign and it’s plastered all over you and you can’t scratch it off because then she’d really have to be dead, and you, in the thousands of faces, thousands of brothers and sons and sisters, daughters, parents, have no proof of anything.

>[what were your other options, again?

a) you didn’t have any other options.

b) Sarah and Boozer, both on the helicopter and you on the rooftop, alone, in a burning city

b.1) you lose both of them that night, or the next. See point b.2

b.2) you don’t make it out of town. You don’t live to know the difference

c) you and sarah fly away and leave Boozer on the rooftop

c.1) it was hell alone getting to the roof, but getting out of town was near impossible even with him. you doubted the possibility of the two of you making it, and as you survive gunfight and fire, youre all the more certain that neither of you would’ve, on your own.

c.2) it’s easy for your brother to talk about riding away from town as though he hadn’t been limping for hours, so he soon talks instead about how you would’ve died as well

c.2.1) he’s been there to save your hide more times than you can count, not that you would. he’s your brother, after all.

c.2.2) along that note, how could you look at your life, which you could-but-do-not owe your brother, and reject it? how do you look him in the face, after years on the run from creatures and cultists and gangs, after you both have survived long enough that it’s stood the end of, hell, everything else; how could you ever admit to him just how keenly you wish you’d died with her?

d) you didn’t have any other choices.

d.1) you fucking coward. stop thinking about what you could have done. think about what you did.

the thought. doesn’t help you sleep. but youve never been one for sugarcoating, so you stay quiet, and you toss and turn. you don’t think about it]]]