A/N: This isn't really a story but really a selection of small sections of writing that I couldn't fit into any of my other stories. Sorry for being AWOL for so long - I've had a bad case of writers block! I don't know how often this will be updated, but all random bits and bobs will end up here.
This is a short piece of writing - almost short enough to be a drabble - that I had the idea for when in the shower this morning, and I'm going to post it before I talk myself out of it! No copyright infringement intended; the characters belong to the BBC. I'm just having fun with them. :) The next ficlet should be up very soon.
Syed watched as Christian walked away, without even a backwards glance, and tapped his foot against the pavement in a concentrated effort to prevent himself from running after him and begging him to stay. He knew he had to keep up appearances.
Again and again, in his culture, he'd been told that he would grow up to marry a nice Muslim girl, and he'd live happily ever after, bringing up their children with love in the way he'd been brought up.
He'd been told that he could not love a man; that it wasn't possible.
But it was only now, as he felt his heart painfully tearing itself out of his chest, that he realised there was a huge difference between couldn't and shouldn't.