yet another school shooting in the land of the free home of the brave ✌ greatest country in the world!!!! where tiny baby elementaryschool children can be murdered in their classrooms and the government does nothing
My Little Versailles– Emily Prentiss x afab!Reader
Summary: Diagnosed with an incurable disease, you are now in the last 6 months of your life. Writing an email to Emily, you hope that she will return before the date of your expiration. What all has Emily missed while she was gone?
Warning: Fic deals with explicit descriptions of the act of dying and of grief/loss. Major Character Death (reader). Mentions of motherhood and fertility treatments. So much angst.
6 months. That was the magic number. You just had to make it 6 more months.
There was an ache that settled in your bones now. It felt like your muscles were clinging for their life, hopelessly clawing at your skeleton in an effort to keep you in one piece. The steady thrum of pain pulsed through your body along with your heartbeat—the two had become one, after all. Your fingers tingled sometimes now, even the strain of holding your phone or typing on the computer would bring you to an exhaustion that was unparalleled to anything else you had ever experienced in your life.
The click-clack of keys tapping as you struggled to finish the email you had been working on writing for the past three days pinged against your eardrums, the sound near deafening within the confines of the blazing inferno that had decided to take residence just beneath your skull for the duration of today. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be so bad tomorrow. The email wasn’t long, it wasn’t filled with the usual intricacies of language that those around you had grown accustomed to receiving. There was no spark, so beauty, no joy left in the stories which you wanted to tell the world.
If it weren’t for this email, you weren’t sure that making it to 6 months would even be a possibility.
But you had to at least try. For her.
It’s gotten bad, Em. Worse than it ever had been before. They gave me six months. I don’t know where you are, I don’t know when you will find this. I don’t know if I will ever see you again. But you’re the only person who doesn’t know, who hasn’t gotten this warning, and it didn’t seem fair.
You don’t need to come. I am well aware of why our love was undone.
