Alfred F. Jones. The man was your hero. Maybe not how he’d like to think, with a cape and superpowers. But you were pretty sure that his everlasting grin and personality had some supernatural quality to them. He was amazing, and you knew you couldn’t live without him. He made you feel like the only girl in the entire world, and could make you smile with just a simple glance.
And you would take a bullet for him. You loved him to death, and you told him that regularly. He loved you back and you couldn’t help but to feel like the luckiest girl alive.
But when it came down to it, you would do anything for him. Even if you knew it would hurt him. So as your (e/c) eyes widened seeing the eighteen wheeler coming out of no where, your only thought was to save the man at your side. You pushed him forcefully out of the street, just as the vehicle slammed into you.
You felt horrible. The large force crashed into you, and you could hear the audible sound of things crunching. Not wanting to know what that was, you just tried to keep your eyes open. You wanted nothing more than to see him one last time. And your wish was granted as the hot sun beat down on your face. Alfred appeared before you, taking you into his arms.
He looked down on you, your eyes slipping shut. “No! Please, please, _____! Stay with me here!” Tears rolled down Alfred’s cheeks and splattered on your face.
You raised a shaking hand and wiped away the saltwater trails coming from those stunning baby blue eyes. “I’d do it again, Alfie.” you asked, your voice no more than a whisper, your hand falling back down to your chest. “You’ve always been my hero... Why can’t I be yours?” you whispered as your head fell back against his chest and your blood started to soak into his shirt, the last breath you’d ever take shaking your small form. Horror filled his face, and you just smiled as the pain started to flee from your body replaced with calming nothingness.
“It’s not supposed to work like that,” Alfred said over you, feeling the life leave your body,