She’s gone..
Wade stands at the foot of a hand-dug grave. Princess nuzzles against him as he stares into the dirt. His eyes are hot, wet, and his vision is blurry to the point of blindness.
He kneels, staring even harder at the pile of dirt before him. He screams in pain. Not like when he’s stabbed, or shot, or set ablaze. Now he’s beyond injury.
Once he’s finished sobbing, nearly falling to the ground, he speaks.
Ellie. My beautiful baby girl.. I love you so much. I’m so sorry I failed you like this. You deserved so much better. You deserved to grow up raised by your mother, never knowing my face or name. You deserved to have a healthy life and family…
But you… you got this.. And, I… Oh god, I’m so sorry, Ellie… I can’t bare your absence. You were all I had. I was all you had. Maybe I deserved this, but… But you didn’t. You are the kindest, s-sw- -, Oh god, you… the sweetest girl I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful…-..
Somberly, Wade reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a bouquet of eleanors, and knife, and a Spider-Man doll. He sets the knife and bouquet by the headstone, kisses the forehead of the doll, and slowly lays it too by the grave.
Eleanor Camacho… You are the greatest love I’ve ever known. I’m so… so… Eugghhahhhhh!!!
He broke at down at the site of the grave, Princess howling beside him. At last, he stopped trying to be brave. Stopped trying to stay strong for a girl who wasn’t there.