After Columbus
by intodust
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is the property of 20th Century Fox and Cameron/Eglee Productions; that is, it's not mine.
Story takes place mid-"Pilot," but has spoilers for "411 on the DL."
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When you told me it was over, I didn't cry. Maybe you thought I did, because it was what you wanted, but I swear that was just the light.
When I heard about what happened, I didn't want to come. Didn't want to see you, to watch you turn away from me again. Or to watch you meet my eyes, looking for something that will never be there. I could watch you, I could stand here forever, and you would never find it.
It doesn't exist, honey. It never did.
As it happens, you're unconscious, anyway. So it doesn't matter.
So I watch you, and I don't need to wonder what it's like to be half-dead. I know, honey, because you taught me. You were so alive, and I had to pale. I had to die a little, so that you wouldn't take me. I had to hide, so you wouldn't find me.
I had to, because you scared me. You were violent in your intensity, and where you touched, all feeling disappeared. You overwhelm, babe. You touch, and you try so hard that you destroy everything. Nothing's left but dead tissue.
Even now, you're burning, Logan. You're burning, and one day you'll be gone. You should use the time you have left to live.
If there's one thing I learned from you, that's it. You've always burned, always tried too hard and maybe you've always thought that you were better than the rest of us, in some small way. We all die, but you rush towards it. You can't wait, and you push too hard, and then one day everything you wanted is gone.
You singed me, Logan. I still have the scars.
But you would say that I shouldn't blame you for my own actions, that I should take responsibility, and you would look at me with pity, as you always have. Pity, not love. Did you ever love me, Logan?
It's okay. You don't have to answer that.
Your friend says it's time to go. I wonder if he thinks I'm hurting you by being here. I never had that presence, babe. I only got caught in your glow, but now I radiate, too. You've done this to me, changed me.
Did I ever love you? I can't remember.
God, I feel old.
I can feel his eyes on me, watching me, savoring all the pretty pieces. I wonder if he'll tell you I came by.
I drop the flowers in the trash on the way out. It doesn't matter.
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The End.
Feedback, as always, is appreciated.
by intodust
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is the property of 20th Century Fox and Cameron/Eglee Productions; that is, it's not mine.
Story takes place mid-"Pilot," but has spoilers for "411 on the DL."
- - -
When you told me it was over, I didn't cry. Maybe you thought I did, because it was what you wanted, but I swear that was just the light.
When I heard about what happened, I didn't want to come. Didn't want to see you, to watch you turn away from me again. Or to watch you meet my eyes, looking for something that will never be there. I could watch you, I could stand here forever, and you would never find it.
It doesn't exist, honey. It never did.
As it happens, you're unconscious, anyway. So it doesn't matter.
So I watch you, and I don't need to wonder what it's like to be half-dead. I know, honey, because you taught me. You were so alive, and I had to pale. I had to die a little, so that you wouldn't take me. I had to hide, so you wouldn't find me.
I had to, because you scared me. You were violent in your intensity, and where you touched, all feeling disappeared. You overwhelm, babe. You touch, and you try so hard that you destroy everything. Nothing's left but dead tissue.
Even now, you're burning, Logan. You're burning, and one day you'll be gone. You should use the time you have left to live.
If there's one thing I learned from you, that's it. You've always burned, always tried too hard and maybe you've always thought that you were better than the rest of us, in some small way. We all die, but you rush towards it. You can't wait, and you push too hard, and then one day everything you wanted is gone.
You singed me, Logan. I still have the scars.
But you would say that I shouldn't blame you for my own actions, that I should take responsibility, and you would look at me with pity, as you always have. Pity, not love. Did you ever love me, Logan?
It's okay. You don't have to answer that.
Your friend says it's time to go. I wonder if he thinks I'm hurting you by being here. I never had that presence, babe. I only got caught in your glow, but now I radiate, too. You've done this to me, changed me.
Did I ever love you? I can't remember.
God, I feel old.
I can feel his eyes on me, watching me, savoring all the pretty pieces. I wonder if he'll tell you I came by.
I drop the flowers in the trash on the way out. It doesn't matter.
- - -
The End.
Feedback, as always, is appreciated.