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Into the Red (Karkat x Reader)

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He smelled of cherries, and you loved him the most.

   "Hey! Karkat? Are you here?" You called into the small apartment that belonged to your boyfriend. He was sick, and has been for the past month. You've offered moving in with him, only to have him refuse because the apartment was a one bedroom and he didn't want to get you sick. Or so you thought.
   Karkat groaned from the bedroom, "Y/N, in here." He weakly stated. You scurried into the medium-sized room, setting the small basket of things on the bed beside you. He was laying down, hugging a pillow rather tightly as you heard him wheeze when he breathed. He looked miserable, to say the least. But you were there for him, hoping and praying he got well again. "I brought you some things," You said, his half-assed gaze landing on you. "Let's see, I brought some cookies... some soup... oh and some more medicine from my mother..." You rambled aimlessly before you finally smiled widely and handed him the small box of capsules. He took them, inspecting the box before opening it and taking two of the white pills out. He choked them down, coughing furiously after downing the second pill. You patted is back, taking the water from him and setting it on the bedside table. You let him situate as he settled into your arms, cutting on the TV for you two to watch your daily chick flick. Today it was White Chicks, one of your favorites. You watched it with him, both of you slowly drifting into sleep.

He looked like the sunset, and you loved him the most.

   In the morning you got up and found he had pushed himself off of you and to the other side of the bed into a heap of ginger hair and freckles. You loved his freckles, he had them everywhere. His arms, face, legs. When he'd let you, you'd sit and count them when you got bored. You lugged yourself off the bed after you planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. You usually spent your days at his apartment with him, until you went home, but today was your mother's birthday, so you gathered your things and wrote him a little note before heading out the door and to your car. 
   Hours of shopping and simple conversation with your mother ensued, you were heading to Barnes & Noble when your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Pulling it out, you held up a hand to your mother to wait for you. You slide to unlock the screen, seeing a small and simple word that would break your heart later. After telling your mother you had to go because of an emergency, you hurridly got back into your car and sped off to Karkat's apartment. Arriving at the complex you raced up the stairs and to his front door, fumbling your hands to your keys to unlock it. You burst in, sprinting to the bedroom where Karkat lay, almost lifeless and suffering. He coughed a few times and flinched, his face making something that of pain. You grabbed your phone and called 911 and sat at his side, tears welling up in your eyes as you held him lightly whispering things like "It's alright..." and "I'm here now..." into his hair. He wheezed and gave no response, just hanging limply there in your arms. The paramedics arrived and hauled him away, you driving to the hospital after them. You hoped and prayed he would be okay.

He didn't know it, and you still loved him the most.

Karkat Vantas died at 3:47 A.M., at age 23.

   The doctors told you he had a rare lung disease, which slowly made them fail all together. He had also told you the name of it, but you didn't bother remembering it. You didn't care for the thing that took away the one person you truly loved from you. His name raced through your mind as they told you he had passed, you eyes has already ran out of tears to cry as you stared blankly at the navy blue carpet of the waiting room. You tried sleeping when you got home, only to keep awake and think of when times were simpler. When he was still obnoxiously cute Karkat. The Karkat you fell in love with. Those were simpler times... But the world isn't a wish-granting factory, after all.

He is gone now, and you'll always love him the most.
Alright. Get ready to die. I'm writing sadstuck and Karkat is my bike. More fics to come.
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