This was actually my first entry for the Shules Ficathon '08 on Psychfic, but before I could publish it the rules were changed and deathfics were banned. So I wrote something else.
But I couldn't not publish this too.
The prompt was 'sleep'.
Disclaimer: Dude. You will never see anything like this on the show. I mean, it's a comedy. And this? Not comedic. Not in the slightest. The logical conclusion then, is that this is not official and I do not own any of this.
I just use fanfiction to seek catharsis because it's cheaper than therapy. :D
Life.
Beautiful, magical, brilliant, vivid life.
Between the ages of twelve and thirty-nine it is often assumed that one considers oneself invincible. The more dangerous your activities and past times, the more this assumption is made.
And, to be fair, it's often a correct one.
I didn't think I was invincible. No one would believe me if I told them that. I had however harbored a hope, secret though it was, that someone else might be.
For if they could be allowed to die, then hope too might be allowed to cease to exist. It might be possible to snuff it out like the flame of a candle.
On September, 26, 2009, I saw hope die.
And I was forever changed.