#also marcy my beloved angel im so sorry 😭 i prommie i'll write you in something happy next

[loversarcanas]

5am marcy angst time </3 (tw for death and light mentions of blood)

"Marcy Wu, don't you dare die on us-"

"You've gotta be okay Marmar, you've got to be-"

The voices of the girls she loved so dearly faded in and out of existence. Their familiar faces, twisted in fear and desperation, became fuzzy and indiscernable in her eyes. Though her body grew more numb by the minute, she could feel the warmth of their hands on her. Sasha's calloused palms were pressed firmly against the gushing wound on her chest, as she frantically tried to stop its bleeding. Anne's shaking fingers stroked her cheeks with a gentle fervor that, were it not for her very life being dangerously compromised, would have sent her heart skyrocketing.

How selfish, that one of her fleeting thoughts within the panic was that she wished she could feel their touch like this forever. But then again, was it not her own selfishness that brought her to this moment? That desirous need to be with them, on Earth or Amphibia or in any other life. Her escapism had dire consequences, and it was only right for karma to claim her now.

"...losing too much blood, Anne! I don't know if I can..."

"... can't die, we can't just let her die Sasha! What do we..."

Marcy could barely make out their words, but the panic in their voices spoke volumes. She was terrified of dying, of course she was. But in that moment, she felt that maybe she deserved it. If she continued living after everything? After all the pain inflicted on her best friends, all the danger she'd so thoughtlessly put them in while she lived out some wild RPG fantasy? Surely the weight of her own guilt would crush her. Sasha and Anne would leave her, she would be alone. And for Marcy Wu, a life without Sasha and Anne would be a fate worse then death.

"H..hey.... It's okay you guys" She choked out, looking between the blurred faces of her friends. "I'm... so sorry it turned out like this... This was all my fault, so-"

Anne cut her off, this time grabbing her face more forcefully and leaning in close - so close she could smell the salt from her tears and feel the heat of her breath against her face.

"No Marcy, don't say that! It wasn't just-"

With as much strength as she could muster, Marcy reached up and caressed Anne's cheek with one hand, and clasped Sasha's own hands with her other. Anne's cheek was so soft, even through the wet tears that stained it. She Sasha's knuckles were dry and cracked, a far cry from when she'd keep them immaculately lotioned on Earth, but still hers. What she wouldn't give to press her lips to those dry knuckles or to kiss those soft cheeks. To kiss them.

"It's okay, Anne. You don't have to lie." Her words were shaky and tired, her throat crackly and sore. "But... Even if it turned out like this, I'm glad we got to have this adventure together. Thank you for staying with me."

Sasha stared back at Marcy, those brown eyes always alight with passion and determination, now fraught and pleading and soaked from crying.

"Marcy stop. Just don't...don't talk like your gonna die! We won't let you die so just stop it!"

The darkness at the corners of her vision grew and her ability to stay lucid was fading fast. There was no time left to make her peace, and so with the last of her energy, she smiled.

"In the next life... we can be together forever. "

Her feet were ice, and the cold crept up her legs further and further. Her hands and arms were freezing.

"I promise... I'll wait for you. So please come find me, okay?"

The pressure from her chest lifted, the hands that fondled her face left, and the feelings were replaced with the weight of two bodies on top of her, clutching to the last remains of her livelihood with desperation.

"Anna Banana... Sashy..."

Darkness engulfed her.

"...I love you."