[ WP ] A character kills their narrator .

I wrote this whole fucking thing and then I read the prompt again and it says *their*, not *the*. God fucking dammit. I spent like half an hour on this, so I'm posting it anyway. God dammit. Why ca n't I read. 
 
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 I'm not stupid - I know what's about to happen. They do n't think I understand the situation. They think I'm incapable of higher thought. They're wrong, of course, but I ca n't talk to them, so it's not like they're not trying. 
 
 I know why it's happening, too. I can see them crying while the doctor explains the process. Oh god I do n't want them to cry. I want to tell them it'll be ok, that I do n't blame them, that I... I actually want this. But I ca n't. Everything hurts and I ca n't tell them that I love them and I ca n't thank them for everything they've done for me. I ca n't tell them that they were better parents than my parents. I ca n't thank them for taking me in out of that hell hole and away from the assholes who used to beat me. But god I ca n't even tell them I love them. I'd cry if I could, but I ca n't, and god this is just so fucking unfair. I just want to tell them that they are n't making a mistake! I just want to tell them I love them! 
 
 They stand beside the table, stroking my head, whispering empty promises like'it's going to be alright' and'after this we'll go on a long drive and we'll go to the beach and then we can...' 
 
 Their voices become more and more distant, as does the pain. As does the rest of the world. Everything is fading away now. With them still telling me that everything would be ok, I allowed my eyes to drift shut... 
 
 As they left the vet's office, Lindsey clutched Jamie's shirt, sobbing. Jamie held her close and kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. 
 
 `` He was the best dog.'' 
 
 `` I know.'' 
 
 `` It's not fair! Th-they said that he could live to be twenty!'' 
 
 `` Hey, he was fifteen. That's still really old.'' 
 
 Lindsey sobbed harder. Jamie held her tighter. 
 
 `` Linds, his kidneys were shot. You saw how he fell apart. He was in so much pain - we let him go.'' 
 
 Lindey wiped her eyes. `` Yeah. Yeah. I just... I just wish we could have saved him, you know?'' 
 
 `` Yeah.'' Jamie's gaze wandered west, in the direction of the beach that their beloved chihuahua would never see again. `` I think we should put his ashes on the beach.'' 
 
 Lindsey nodded. `` Yeah. Yeah, he'd want that.'' She was quiet for a couple minutes. `` He was the best dog.'' 
 
 `` Yeah.''
