nightshift ? steven grant | moonknight

? four (ep 5 spoilers)

i rolled my eyes, "just.. keep him safe. please?" i looked up at a blurry marc. he slowly nodded, looking down.

"i'll try."

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i sighed to myself as i set down my plate in the kitchen sink.

it'd been a few weeks since steven and marc left, and i was beginning to worry. had something happened to them? i'd only spoke to steven on the phone two days ago, so i prayed he was alive and well. sadie had tried her best to comfort me, but it didn't help much.

the night sky shone through the window in front of me. the stars were beautiful, and the thought reminded me of steven. just as i was about to go to bed, i heard a slow knock at the door.

my eyes lit up as i ran to the door, looking through the peep hole. i gasped when i saw steven, nervously looking down and across the hall.

i quickly unlocked the locks and swung the door open, "steven?" i didn't give him a chance to speak before i jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly.

it was almost as if he'd been taken aback, and i felt nothing wrap around my back or waist.

i set myself back down on my feet and grabbed his shoulders. his face was somewhat bruised, and his hair was slicked back.

suddenly, i realized who i was speaking to. "you're.. not steven. marc?"

marc sadly nodded his head, "yeah."

i chuckled to myself and let go, "um, w-well, how did the whole harrow thing go?"

he shrugged and i realized marc wasn't going to give me a straight answer. i cleared my throat, "could i, um.. could i speak with steven?" hope rang through my voice as i waited to speak with him.

marc's eyes pooled with tears, refusing to look at me.

"marc..?" chills ran over my skin, praying the worst didn't happen. "marc."

he ran a hand down his face and finally made eye contact with me. i realized how puffed up his eyes were, how worn out he looked.

"marc. where's steven?" i asked again, and again.

marc chuckled and stepped away, "i can't.. i-"

"what? you can't what?"

he shook his head and ran his hands through his hair, "no-"

"marc, where the hell is he?!" i was yelling now, a sick feeling in my stomach.

"i-"

"marc-!"

"y/n-"

"just tell me-"

"he's gone!" marc screamed, tears falling down his face.

i felt the color in my face leave.

my facial expression went blank.

"he.." marc rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. "he died. protecting me." he pressed his hand against his chest, gripping onto his shirt.

"y.. you're lying." i shook my head, grabbing onto the door handle.

"i'm sorry.. y/n. i tried, but.. i was too late."

my breath hitched, my mind flowing with questions.

"but how-"

"i'll tell you everything, but please understand that i did everything i could-"

"n-no, you didn't. i-if you did, then-"

"y/n, please-"

"n-no, you're lying, h-he's not- he can't-" i pressed my hands against my temple and shook my head. "marc, please just- just let me speak to him-"

"y/n-"

"no, i won't- he can't- he's not dead, he can't be, if he were, t-then you wouldn't be here, s-so he can't be- he-"

"y/n, please-"

"he promised-"

"y/n!" marc yelled, his voice booming across the hall. he panted, his face drenched in tears.

silence engulfed us both. my breath came out shaky as i gulped saliva down my dry throat.

"you're not lying.. are you?" my voice came out as a mere whisper.

i waited, praying he'd say he wasn't. that this was a joke. that steven is still in there. that i can talk to him. that i can hug him and never let go. that i can say that i love him back one more time.

"...no."

my knees grew weak.

my lungs stopped.

my heart stopped.

my mind stopped.

everything stopped.

steven is gone.