Title. All We Are
Summary. Oneshot. Hesitating, she studies his face, searching for any hint of sarcasm, but there isn't any.
Spoilers. None.
Rating. K
A/N. A short little drabble. The song, and its lyrics, are amazing; I'd definitely recommend listening to the band. They are, to say the least, inspiring.
Disclaimer. I do not own Flight 29 Down or its characters, nor do I own the song and its lyrics. I am not profiting from either in any way.
Time could tear you apart,
but it won't break
everything that we are, we are.
All We Are - OneRepublic
He stands at the edge of the ocean, eyes watching as cold, black waves lick at his toes. He doesn't move, can't bring himself to break the spell, but the corners of his lips twitch at the sigh that comes from somewhere back at the edge of the beach. Moments, fleeting, wasted moments, pass before he finally turns to stare at the girl sitting on the sand behind him.
She returns his gaze, nothing but patience and expectation in her expression, and the smile that he had been holding back suddenly breaks free. It dances in his eyes as he holds his hand out to her in a gesture of invitation and acceptance. Hesitating, she studies his face, searching for any hint of sarcasm, but there isn't any.
Slowly, carefully, she takes his hand and stands with him at the edge of the ocean, the edge of their world. She can't help but smile, too, when he glances down at her, a certain glimmer, meant just for her, in his eyes. It makes her heart beat wildly in her chest, so strong that she can feel it in her ears, pulsing rhythmically in time to the swells of the ocean before them. She squeezes his hand, if only to let him know that she is there, that she has always been there, and holds on tight.
Eventually, he laces his fingers with hers to silently tell her that he understands, that he believes her. As she tilts her chin up, ever the optimist, and fixes her eyes just above the horizon, he bows his head. They stand together, wordlessly, as opposites that have, by some means, managed to collide without injury.
The waves still lick at his toes, infinitely greedy, but she stands out of their reach, safe. Watching, he finds himself wondering if maybe, somehow, the water doesn't seem quite as cold, threatening, anymore.
A/N 2. There we are: short, vague, fluffy, and just the way I like it. If it isn't clear, and it probably isn't, the boy is meant to be Jackson and the girl is Melissa.
As always: comments are appreciated, flames are accepted, and constructive criticism is absolutely adored.