Remember You, Remember Me
Scrunchii

Author's Note: A kind of random, pointless Helga/Fabrizio one-shot that's probably been done before. It's not my best fic but I wrote it so I decided, "Why not post it?" Here you go, review if you wish!

Much love and big kisses,
Steph

Hanging from the railing, staring beneath me and seeing the water sucking in the Ship of Dreams, taking her to a Hell of frozen water and drowned bodies, I can think of nothing but you. Your eyes, pleading me to come with you, trying to convince me you are lucky, you are destined to go to America. I believe you, but my place is with my family. They have all fallen now. I am the last Dahl hanging from the railing of the ship that was to bring us to a new home, to a new beginning. Will we find our new beginning beneath the ocean?

Your lips were cold when they kissed me last, nearly blue from being in the water too long, water that was seeping beneath the doors, rising around our ankles. You said something I never understood, a jumble of words that made no sense. I wanted so badly to know what you were saying to me, but something in your eyes told me it didn't matter. I knew what you were saying anyway.

I see the beautiful girl your friend loves, safe in her lover's arms, watching me. I envy her, knowing I am not with you, but why aren't you with them? I stayed with my family – why didn't you stay with them? Maybe then we could have died together.

I want to let go and I wonder if maybe it would be better if I just gave up. But then what if you are still alive? What if you make it to one of the lifeboats and search for me, only to discover I am not there? What if…it is too late. I feel my fingers slipping before the thought can even make sense to me and I feel a strange sensation of weightlessness. Though I scream, I want to smile.

I almost hope you've died with me.


I see your face, your eyes smiling, and you open your arms to me. Again I am with you, on the cool, tile floors of the Ship of Dreams, the warm glow of the lights shining down on us. Your lips are not cold and your hands are not hesitant, firm against the small of my back. I smile at you and your press my head against your chest. Your heart is beating in heaven.

"I will never forget you," you whisper and you smile because you know that I understand.

"Remember you, remember me," I whisper back.