no point in return ✰ deadpool x reader

something bad

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✰— he really should've listened to his gut feeling.

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a message from saturday, november 20 2002. that was the last thing i got from her.

i'm sorry, wade.

the last words i got from her, she apologised. every time i'd look in her eyes, she'd always say thank you. she'd always thank me for everything.

at the very last moment, she apologised. why? she did nothing wrong.

i don't understand... why did you apologise, [name]?

it wasn't your fault. it was never your fault.

god... please...

he was grateful for one thing, and it's the fact that the moment he fell asleep, he had gone back to the future.

at least he avoided seeing the gruesome scene from the murder of his lover.

because if he did see that, he'd lose his mind and go on a rampage, killing everybody including himself.

he can't do that. in the past, he's just wade wilson, not deadpool. if he dies, he doesn't return.

wade doesn't understand it, he refused to. why is it always the good people in our lives?

why do they always go first?

he had no fight left in his body, he just lays in bed and stares at the ceiling with an unreadable expression.

he had his mask on, the confining fabric somehow bringing comfort to him in a strange way.

he wanted to go back, he couldn't just give up. but the pain was too much, he could no longer handle losing her over and over again.

he reached for his phone, setting the old flip phone where her last message was archived in on the bedside table.

wade's fingers shook as he typed in the following words,