A/N: Something short and sweet for Bree's 'Different Kisses/Gestures Challenge' at HPFC forum. I chose 'Kiss on the forehead = I hope we're together forever.' It was something I enjoyed writing, and so I hope you do too, reading it. :]
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In the fallout now,
It's hard to feel like we can turn around,
With the damage done,
It's hard to see how far we've come.
-Needtobreathe: Hurricane
He's wonderful, terrible and beautiful all at the same time. But it's not the same. He's not the same. Of course, his hair still falls over his eyes and his skin, so pale and pure, almost glows in the rising sun through the window. But things will never be able to return to the way they were. Not ever. His eyes, cobalt blue and piercing are never to open again and make his whole body tingle with just one look, nor will his scratchy laugh ever escape those petal soft lips of his again.
Terry's dead, and there's not much that he, Michael Corner, can do to change that fact. He thinks, back way back, to a time when things could have been different. Before the Battle and before the DA – when they first met maybe? Although he knows that they, two naïve schoolboys at the time, would never have imagined the extreme bond that would have slowly formed between them over the passing years. They became as close as brothers but not something as temperamental as lovers. …Something, different and unnameable.
A singular tear escapes his damp eyelids and trickles down his cheek. He quickly wipes it away with a fierce swipe of his hand, before looking steadily downward again. He doesn't want to hold back his tears, but he just doesn't' want to cry in front of him. Swiftly, and without one jot of hesitancy about his actions, he bends down and plants a tender, loving kiss onto his best friend's cold forehead, before turning away from the body, and walking out of the Hospital Wing doors.
He thought that they were going to be forever together, but obviously fate had other ideas.
That Bastard.
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