Title: Hero
Author: SimpleObsession-1
Chapters: One Shot
Characters/Pairings: Robbie/Stuart
Word Count: 517
Warning: Character Death slightly mentioned
Spoilers: I don't believe there is any
Summary: Robbie wishes he had a second chance to say some things
Authors Note: I've always loved the song it's just one of those breathtaking beauty's that everyone loves and it always reminds them of someone (Sorry FD18) and I have been inspired by FD18's latest angsty fics to have ago. This is all thanks to you :)
BETA: I didn't ask anyone so if it sucks, it's my own fault.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own any of these wonderful characters ONLY the OCs
My fingertips trembled as I touch his face in the photograph that I held, my heart throbbing with immense pain as I realised there was still so much I have left to tell him. I remember how he always used to stand back in my shadows and I can't even begin to imagine how cold he must have felt, never having that chance to sunshine on his face. He had always made sure that I would be the one to shine and I just think that was the way he was. I just wish he'd never walked that one step behind.
I was always the one with glory but he was the one with the strength. He was the one who held me at night when I cracked under the pressure, the one to hold me in his arms and press tender kisses to my cheeks as he whispered that he loved me when I knew that I should have been the one holding him at times. I was always the name said. I couldn't believe that the beautiful face in front of me had gone for so long without a name and only that beautiful smile to hide the pain that he was feeling inside.
I think he wanted me not to notice it at first but I sure did. I still hold that feeling close in my heart even now as I look down at his face, my eyes filling with tears. I should have told you all those years ago. I should have told you the truth that I wanted you to know. I wanted to let you know that I knew. I knew for all those years that without you there to hold my hand, without you there giving my hand that reassuring squeeze, I'd have been nothing. I now feel like nothing without you.
My hand tightens against the photo as I look out the window. The clock tells me it's the time for our shift to end. We would have been pulling up at the kerb in a few minutes, his smile forced as I rambled on about something useless. How did he put up with me for so long?
I look down at the photo one last time before closing my eyes. I don't even think I ever told you that you were my hero. I never told you that I envied you and sometimes wished I could be just like you. When I was with you, I felt like I could fly higher than any eagle because I knew you'd be there lifting me high as the wind beneath my wings. I knew that together we would fly high against the sky, so high that I could touch it.
I pull out the drawer to the chest of drawers that you insisted we have in our flat and put in the photograph, my eyes filled with bitter tears as I realised that I'll never be able to hold you again and whisper that I love you.
I just wish that I had told you that you were my hero.