Authors Note:
I would be remiss to let the day pass unmarked; but I had thought about it, because the words wouldn't come, I didn't know what to say and I still don't. I won't even pretend to. I miss you and I love you and a thousand other feelings I can never hope to fit into words. The words just don't do this justice; they fail me, because there's no way they can describe what's inside.
I chose write this drabble for this fandom because James Bond will never be the same for me without you and this popped into my head.
I miss you.
Disclaimer: This is for fan purposes only! I own nothing!
Catharsis
It was the cold winds of fall that drove him here or at least that's what he was prepared to tell himself. What possessed him to stand here with the dreary air fluttering his coattails and the damp ground soaking into his sneakers he really didn't know, somehow it just felt necessary today.
"So…schools fine…I don't know if you care about that…I don't know if you ever did. I know what you did now, I know it was important, and I don't know how you'd feel about it but it's my job too now. It makes me realize why you did some of the things you did." The sun was setting and there were still yet things to do like a maths assignment and a phone call to Smithers. He scrubbed a hand up his neck, trying to relieve the awkward tension. "I guess I wanted to let you know that the movie we'd been waiting for finally came to theatres. Jack and I went last week. It's not the same though. I guess it can't ever be again. The movie kinda sucked too." A sigh escaped him in a puff of mist. "I can't stay here all night talking to your headstone, it'd upset Jack, and I know you wouldn't want that. I guess what I came here to say…was that I miss you Uncle Ian."
With a reverent touch to the granite Alex Rider exited the cemetery to return home. The cold wind was biting at his ankles all the way reminding him of the dark and hard times of the past mirroring the thoughts chasing around in his head. It was the small things he missed the most he reminisced, the greetings, affections, laughs, and just all of the stupid little things of day to day life that could never be seen or heard again. As his key turned in the lock of the warm and bright terraced house in Chelsea though he realized that maybe somethings weren't so different after all. The door opened underneath his hands.
"Alex! You're home!"
"Hi Jack" but maybe somethings could weather time and stay unchanged, and that, Alex Rider thought, was what made it okay.