Human AU
They still have yellow and orange skin colors
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Wally's POV:
There he is. Him. The perfect man. Perfect body build, perfect hair, perfect face, perfect personality. Every time I see him, I want to kiss him.
At night, I imagine his big, strong arms wrapping around me. Whispering in my ear how much he loves me. How much I mean to him.
In the morning. I imagine I'm sleeping in his chest, and he wakes me up so we can eat breakfast together. So I can kiss him as he leaves for work.
In the afternoon, I paint. I paint him, handing a letter to me, planting flowers, or cuddling me. I haven't painted him a lot recently. I'm too afraid he'll find out.
At dawn, I make dinner for us. Waiting for him to come home and kiss me. When we finish, we lay down on the couch and cuddle, watching TV. I fall asleep in his arms. He kisses my forehead and lays me down to sleep.
Then the day repeats.
Over.
And over.
In my mind.
Knowing I will never have him.
Knowing that he likes Frank.
That that stupid fucking butterfly loving asshole has MY Eddie.
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I wake up and look around. I smile. I look to see the gravestone.
"Frank Frankly
1973 - 1982
Loved by friends and family"
I noticed the missing posters.
"MISSING: EDDIE DEAR
LAST SEEN APRIL 13 1982"
Today is April 16, the third day with my husband.
I opened the closet to see Eddie, sleeping. The tape still covers his mouth, and the rope seems to be getting loose. I went to the basement and finished. I built a new home for Eddie. So he can still live.
I went back upstairs and dragged him downstairs. I heard his muffled screams. I pulled him through the rooms upon rooms of the basement until we reached the main rooms.
"Don't worry, Eddie baby~ I'll be coming down several times a day for you!"