"What's to love about you?" Why did he care about him? Edward looked down to make sure that the hand holding the gun was steady. But of course Oswald was right. This wasn't like the other times he had killed or the countless times he had just wished death upon someone.
Oswald took longer to answer that than he was proud of. What was to be loved about him? Not much, he wasn't going to lie. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "I don't know. You must have seen something in me that you liked. Perhaps not loved but liked." Because only two people in his life had ever cared about him. Surely only they could answer this. "I need you. Just like you need me. We're supposed to be together, you can't have one without the other. I made you who you are."
"You taught me a few things." He could admit that much. He could also aim the gun lower, wondering where best to shoot him. Because he knew he had to fire the gun. He had to kill the man who killed his love. Edward glared at him, shaking his head. "Is there anything you wouldn't say to save your own skin?"
"I'm not just saying it, I mean it. I love you, Edward. I will always love you." Oswald wept as he held up his hands, knowing he couldn't disarm this. What was going to happen, it was just going to happen and he couldn't stop it. He could only hope that Edward believed him. "I made you who you are, I taught you to be somebody instead of a nobody. Even if you kill me, I'll always be there. With you. I'm part of you now. Like you're a part of me."
"Nobody? Is that right? You can do better, Oswald. Where's the flattery? Where's the insincere grovelling? Have I not earned that much?" Edward wanted to beat his face in, but at the same time the thought of it was sickening instead of satisfying. It was all wrong. Hunting down the person who had taken Isabella from him wasn't supposed to feel like this. "You've taken my love from me, Oswald. I wanted you to die knowing that you have never loved anyone."
"I love you. I know that I love you and if this is what you have to do then I understand." He didn't want Edward to do it, he hoped he backed out but he knew it was unlikely at this point. Edward needed this and he -- he had to learn to sacrifice, right? If that's what he needed then Oswald had to learned. He sobbed lightly and took several steps back until he was right on the edge of the pier. "This will ruin you, if you do this to me. You'll never forgive yourself."
Oswald didn't want to die, he really didn't, he wanted to live and be happy. With Edward. But that wasn't going to happen and he knew that. But there was no one else in this world he'd rather be with and without him, what was the point? If he had to die, he wanted his last gesture to be for Edward. He took yet another step back and teetered on the edge.
"I won't make you do this to me. I will die knowing that I loved you and I did this for you. So you can have justice. You can't deny it now, you never will, I loved you." And like that, he took a step back off the pier.
The gun shot went off and Edward wasn't sure what he had really been aiming at. He looked at Oswald and was surprised when he didn't see him bleed. Finally his hand began to shake, finally he let go of the gun and it dropped to the ground, as useless as he was. Edward stared at the gun, but didn't bend to pick it up. His mind was blank, he couldn't hold on to a single thought and he had never felt so lost.
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Oswald didn't want to die, he really didn't, he wanted to live and be happy. With Edward. But that wasn't going to happen and he knew that. But there was no one else in this world he'd rather be with and without him, what was the point? If he had to die, he wanted his last gesture to be for Edward. He took yet another step back and teetered on the edge.
"I won't make you do this to me. I will die knowing that I loved you and I did this for you. So you can have justice. You can't deny it now, you never will, I loved you." And like that, he took a step back off the pier.
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