What Could Have Been, Part Two

(Sad Option)

"Mr. TBarker, I'm so sorry," Nellie whispered. She lowered her head onto his shoulder and a few tears soaked into the sleeve of his shirt. He stood still for a moment, until the reality hit him. He staggered back, making inhuman noises. Lucy. Dead. No.

Whipping around, he threw Nellie off his shoulder. She fell next to the bed and he kicked out at her wildly.

"Stop!" she shrieked, throwing her hands up, a shield. But he didn't stop. He didn't stop until there wasn't a living soul left in the room, just three empty shells lying tangled sadly together.

(Happy Option)

"Mr. Barker, I'm so sorry," Nellie whispered. She lowered her head onto his shoulder and a few tears soaked into the sleeve of his shirt. He stood still for a moment, until the reality hit him. He staggered back, making inhuman noises. Lucy. Dead. No.

He turned slowly, a lost child. Nellie put her arms around him, and he sagged into her. The pair slipped to the floor, and her little arms barely stretched around him as he cried.

Despite her sadness, Nellie felt hope. She mouthed the three words she longed to say, testing them, and they felt lovely.