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Time.
The concept of which you have long forgotten. It's been so long since you last saw him, months probably. All sense of time has become a blur with nothing but the morning and night to indicate that any time has passed at all. His presence still haunts the empty space in bed beside you every night. The blanket you held so close doesn't compare to the warmth his body provided, nor does its fabric bring the same comfort that his metallic hand had once brought when tightly wrapped around you. Nothing can replace him.
You can almost feel his gaze watching over you each day as you struggle to continue on. He left with no warning, only leaving behind his torn serape and bittersweet memories. Fading memories at that. Lying in the bed, you try to gather your thoughts and wait for the dull beep of your alarm to force you back to reality. The almost mute sound will once again wake you from this trance and bring you back into your loneliness.
Hours pass as you attempt to distract yourself, accepting any task that presents itself and thoroughly completing it. This is the end. No amount of crying will change the fact that he will never return, and now it's time to accept the truth. McCree is dead. Gone. Without a trace or a proper goodbye. You might as well be dead too at this rate. This anxiety creeps throughout your body on a daily basis, leaving you paralyzed as the realization settles in. Death was never something you thought about before, but now it consumes your mind.
Though you once felt yourself too young to die, you suppose this will truly be the death of you now. It’s only a matter of time.
We will meet again someday soon.
I’m certain of it.