[I.love.you.and.goodbye] ((OliverSykes-OneShot))

I just can't breathe without you
My heart bleeds out sorrow
Her face just kept coming back in his memories. How she smiled when he kissed her, or how she pouted when she didn’t get her way. He could imagine how her face looked in the casket -- stained burgundy from the blood. Nose broken. Her skull mangled into mush. He didn’t want to think about. But he couldn’t help it. She was all he thought about now.
Would this scorn her of romance? I can't see your faces.
My heart turned black before I choke on the best of reasons, love's gone and never coming back
She was really gone. The only person Oliver ever loved, was gone. He saw every bit of it too. He was right there in the car with her, but somehow, he came out unscathed. His love was gone. He just couldn’t come to terms with it.
Can I frame your love in my head
I wanna wake you up to shine
He wished this was all a dream. That tomorrow morning, he would wake up with her in his arms. But she wouldn’t be there. He couldn’t get around reality.
Don't you wish you could close your eyes
And pretend but this suffocating memory just wont end.
He wanted to be with her now, but he couldn’t. She was too far away. Or was she?
You could have saved us
Instead you erased us
She could have made things work, instead of trying to kill them both. Sure, they had some problems with their relationship, everyone does. I guess theirs was just worse than others.

Now this loves gone wrong
With Your precious little impulse
You fucking talk, now your left to silence
It went very wrong. She went on and on in the car about how she just wanted to end it all. He kept telling her things were going to be alright, and maybe they should pull over so he could drive. But she wouldn’t let him. She was to flustered to think clearly.
Oliver turned in circles in the bedroom they once shared, still in the tux from the funeral. He stopped suddenly, and wiped away a few tears. He reached over and pulled the notebook off the desk. He had seen her writing in it before they headed out that night. He flipped through it, before finding a page she had written on.
The universe is filled with different views; some are right and some are wrong.
It's hard to sort out until this screaming turns around.
Just take the wheel and kill us both, wishing some day you'll be thinking
The universe is filled with different views some are right and some are wrong.
Take the wheel and kill us both.

She had planned this before they even left. This wasn’t a suicide letter to him. It was a suicide letter to God. That’s why she let go of the wheel on the bridge. She wanted Him to kill them both. She didn’t do it out of impulse. She thought things would go better if He had power to what happened. Looks like she got what she deserved.
Oliver wrote the words ‘Just die’ under the part she had written. He looked down at the sharpened pencil he held in his hand for a long moment. He wrote one more thing down on the paper, shut his eyes tightly, and jammed the pencil as hard as he could into the right side of his head. His eyes rolled back in his head as blood rolled down his arm. He leaned forward towards the desk. Before the darkness took over him, and sent him falling to the floor, the blood dripped on the notebook.
The blood stained the white paper. Yet the words could still be read under the drop of red liquid.

For you, I would die.