Dearest, darling readers…
I write to you today with a heavy heart, for I must be the bearer of bad news. The truth is…
I forgot about Fanfiction.
There's really no excuse for abandoning my writing, I'll admit to that. But I've had a lot going on, and last year wasn't exactly the easiest year I've ever had. It took me a while, but I've managed to work out a lot of my issues, now, and I'd like to make it up to you.
How do I expect to do that?
By starting a whole bunch of new fics, of course!
Despite all this, I'd like to thank a couple of writers out there. The first, easily, is Sandfire Kat. She's the one who inspired me to start writing again, and her updates always put a smile on my face. Another is St. Fang of Boredom. Her wit and strange version of a 'superiority complex' with Fang always brings a smile to my face (and confusion to my brain.) Lastly is Darkemoangel808. She's not a writer on here anymore, or if she is, she's working under a new name, but she's one of the reasons I keep writing. Because all through our time together, this soul sister of mine encouraged me to keep writing, listened to my ramblings, and put up with my bullshit, and she'll always be my number one sis, in my heart. So to her I say Blessed Be and Long Live the Queen of Pervs.
Anywho…on that teary, sentimental note…
ON WITH LE STORY!
For just a moment, he's letting himself believe.
He's remembering this show that Sally makes them watch every Friday, called Supernatural. There was this guy in it, Dean. In the last season, he'd had this girlfriend, Lisa. Lisa had a son, Ben, who looked just like Dean.
For half a second, as Bernie's got his arms locked around Aidan's neck, and he's grinning like this, and for just a single instance, Aidan is letting himself believe. He wants to think that he can be Dean, that he take his accidental Lisa and his newfound Ben and go; go and have an Apple Pie Life.
He knows what a horrible idea this probably is. He is fully aware that this cannot be, and that it will always end badly.
So why is he believing? Why is he letting himself…hope?
"Let's go," Rebecca is pleading. "Let's run and just…be a family!"
But he knows it can't happen. And he's dying a little inside just by knowing. Bit by bit, second by second, he's already crumbling apart.
Because one of them will slip, eventually. And when they do…
No. Aiden will not let himself believe in this…this fantasy.
And so when they go on that hunting trip, the only comfort he's got is the visual of it. That wanna-be memory. That dream.
The wish for his own Apple Pie Life.