After healing from the last shot, he didn't want to get up. He knew he failed, and he didn't want to face it. He got up anyway, and went home. He didn't want to go home without Andy there, but he needed to figure something out. He took a cab home and pulled off his suit. He looked in the mirror and saw his horrible scarring, feeling even worse. He stared at himself, questioning his actions. If he had acted a bit sooner, or followed her to the dance floor, maybe it would have been different. She would have been on the couch, laughing about stuff that happened. But there was no laughing. Only the sounds of choked sobbing that came from him. He failed her, and he felt he was a failure in general. He began to question himself. If he cared so much for her, how did he let her slip through his fingers so easily? It was his fault she was gone, and he was terrified he wouldn't see her again. He went to the bedroom and curled up under the blankets, which still smelled faintly of Andy. He closed his eyes, trying to think of where they could have taken her, but his mind was preoccupied with sadness. He fell asleep, his pillow getting wet from tears.
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Deadpool Fanfiction
FanfictionIn a parallel universe, Wade Wilson was alone in the world. He decided that he had nothing to lose when he was offered an experimental solution to his cancer. But the solution went wrong, giving him healing and strength abilities. He met someone dur...
