Another day. Another cut. Another week, even more cuts. Everyday something that could have been so beautiful could change to something completely out of control. Like a snowflake changing into many snowflakes and then into a blizzard.

For you, each day was like a never ending winter. The weight on your shoulders was slowly, but surely, becoming too much for you to handle. You promised yourself that one day you would end it all. There was just one thing holding you back. Well, one troll holding you back.

Gamzee Makara.

And here he was now.

You see when I said that you promised yourself you would end it all one day, I never said when you promised that. Or when you would end it. You looked up from your place on the blood-stained bathroom floor to see Gamzee's terror-stricken, majestic purple eyes staring back at you.
He fell to his knees and crawled towards you. He propped you up in his lap and gripped your hand.

"Don't all up and leave me my motherfucking sis! We were gonna be so happy! You would make me slime pies when I cheered up all those poor motherfuckin grubs in the hospital. When I got home you would be there and you would hug me and give me a kiss! And then we were gonna get motherfucking married and have our own grubs! You can't leave me, not before we do all of that! I'm motherfucking flushed for you lil mama!" Gamzee's polka dot pants had become bloodstained and he pulled out a rare and beautiful blue rose. However it had become stained with specks of the blood that you had seen enough of.

Your own.

"Gamzee... I love you too. Just like I must have in all my past lives. And I'll keep falling in love with you. Over and over again. I'll find you in whatever life I live and I'll fall for you, again and again... And again..." Black had been invading your vision for a while. And it finally took over.

Suddenly, it was winter for Gamzee too.

You were in an ambulance when you had said that. And they kept you alive in that ambulance. Just.

They kept you alive in the hospital. For a while...

Two days later, Gamzee was still waiting for you outside your room. Not leaving once except for a slime pie he desperately needed to keep himself sane, and to go to the toilet. Then, he would immediately return, his head in his hands as he sat on a waiting chair outside your room. Several times nurses came up to him and tried to convince him to leave. All the time he would just growl and snap at them if they tried to touch him. Like a loyal dog. Once he heard a nurse talking to another.
"I wish my boyfriend was as protective and as loyal as he is." She complained.
"Yeah, ditto. The girl must be pretty lucky." The second nurse replied. Gamzee just glared at them and made his way over to them.
"Be more motherfuckin thankful to have your matesprites. I was on the verge of losing the flush of my motherfucking life and I never said something that pathetic."

He had been asleep at the time of your loss. He had been sleeping after the sound of your heart monitor lulled him to sleep. However, the harsh sound of you flat-lining made him shoot awake. He burst down the door and watched you struggling, your hand over your heart. He grasped one of your hands as the doctors tried everything in their power to save you. But to no avail. You were gone. Your hand limp in Gamzee's sweaty palm.

In a moment of pure agony, despair and rage, Gamzee ripped a chair from one of the corners of the room, and bludgeoned a doctor to death. He had gone sober. His sclera had turned red as he raced out of the room of dead people. He started killing only doctors and those who got in his way. Most patients were safe.

A S.W.A.T team came through the windows. Gamzee raced back to your room. Ripping the pole away from the drip connected to your arm. The machinery fell to the floor, it's supporting structure gone. Gamzee kissed your cheek before jumping out of the window.

Landing safely, he ran to the front stairs of the hospital. A S.W.A.T team that had been stationed outside raised their guns. Gamzee roared and lobbed the sharp end of the drip pole at one of the officers. It ripped through the mans chest and pinned him to a car behind him. Everyone in the team had watched the man be killed. Big mistake.

Gamzee leaped down the hospital stairs and ripped a man apart with his bare hands. He was grabbed the mans gun and began to shoot everyone he could get at. That is, until he got taken out by a sniper.

While Gamzee was still falling to the floor, a purple tear dribbled down his cheek, his sclera had gone back to yellow and his last conscious thought was, 'I'm coming lil mama...' And he was gone.

He met up with you in limbo and embraced you, smelling the oh-so familiar smell of your shampoo. You entwined hands and shared an innocent kiss.

And it felt like summer.

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Yeah, this story was shorter than the original, but I guess it was kinda better, so yeah. The sadstuck part? Yeah, I have no regrets.
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