[Note: Okay, so this version will be in second person, like usual reader fanfics. Enjoy!]

It has been two days since Tadashi died, and you haven't slept in those two days. You sit on the balcony of your apartment and watch the sunset, the night, and the dawn go by, not moving. You tried to fall asleep, but you have gotten so used to Tadashi's arms around your waist, sleeping in his bed at the Lucky Cat Café. The two of you would whisper to each other until you both fell asleep. Some nights you would watch the sunset together and just stare out the window until you dozed off. Now, you sit outside, alone, thinking about him and staring at the stars as tears begin to well up in your eyes.

Why? you keep wondering. Why did Tadashi, of all people, have to die in that fire? The most compassionate person in the world, dying because he tried to save someone. [STUPID FIRE AND EXPLOSION DAMMIT!!!!] You remember your last memory of him, replaying it over and over again. Hiro tells him not to go into the burning building, but Tadashi ignores his little brother's warnings. You run next to Hiro, eyes wide, knowing what Tadashi plans to do.

"Don't," you manage to say, gasping. Tadashi looks at you and quickly kisses your lips before running into the building to save Professor Callaghan. His hat flies off of his head as he runs into the fire, landing at Hiro's feet. Hiro picks up the hat, and I watch him. He starts to run after Tadashi.

"Tadashi!" he shouts. The building explodes. You gasp, tears beginning to trail down your face. Hiro is knocked to the ground by the force of the explosion, Tadashi's hat flying out of his hands. "Tadashi! Tadashi! No!!" Hiro yells.

"Tadashi..." you whisper, covering your mouth, the tears coming faster and thicker. You fall to the ground, burying your face into your hands and begin to bawl.

Now you sit on your balcony and look at your hands, spreading the fingers over your knee. You lose it. You start to sob, thinking of all the times that Tadashi would take your hand when you were sad, or happy, to let you know that someone was there, someone that cared, that he cared. [Why am I torturing myself like this?] You wish that he was here to make you feel better, to make Hiro feel better, to make everyone feel so much better.

If my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear:
"Oh darling, I wish you were here."