Title: When the Shock Settles
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I'm also not getting paid for this, I'm simply doing it for my and, hopefully, your entertainment
Summary: When the shock settles, and he can finally feel all the pain, he mourns…
He stood stock still by the door, leaning on the wall with a blank expression on his face. He looked around the room. The police hadn't moved anything, everything was as it was when he found her that night… a bucket of ice which was now melted… a note with elegant handwriting on it, telling him that she was upstairs… the now burnt out candles on each stair… the glass from the shattered bottle at the top of the stairs…
He cautiously looked into his bedroom and towards his bed. He knew it was foolish to look, that the police would have surely moved her by now, but his dreams had been so realistic. He'd come home and she'd be on the bed, alive and waiting for him, just as he'd hoped she would be. But then suddenly everything would shift and she would be lying there, still, lifeless, her neck at an awkward angle.
He released the breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw the empty bed. He went over and sat on it, feeling the sheets where she had lain. He suddenly caught a whiff of her perfume which had lingered in the room long after she had gone. In that second, memories suddenly assaulted his system…
'That's not where I hang it,' she'd said as she was passing him, a swagger in her step…
'I think I'd like to stay in,' she'd said just before they leaned in to share a sweet kiss that was cut of short by the arrival of the pupils leaving their classes…
'I didn't know I was going to fall in love with you…'
He came back to reality when he remembered her saying that, his mind finally coming out of it's comatose state as it clicked. He didn't say it back. It wasn't that he didn't, he did. God how he loved her. He loved her so much that it hurt, and it had ripped him apart when he had to push her away. But he never got a chance to tell her…
With that thought, everything snapped. Every emotion he had been too shocked to feel suddenly rushed him and left him shaking. A choked sob left him as the first tears slipped from his eyes. Suddenly every breath was painful and he drew in air, just to be choked out with fresh sobs and tears. He cried out into the night, letting his self control slip so he could mourn the loss of his lost love.
In the early hours of the morning, when his throat was raw from screaming out his agony and his eyes were too sore from crying to release any more tears, he crawled under the covers, curled into a ball and spent the rest of the night in a fitful sleep. He had survived losing her, and he would carry on surviving as long as he had a job to do. His only comfort all through the night was the knowledge that he would see her again someday…
A/N: So, here it is: my first completely angst based story, what do you think of it? I hoped you enjoyed reading it so far as much as I have writing it. Please read and review! Constructive criticism welcome.