A/N: This is the first of a few drabbles that I've previously written and somehow forgotten to upload here. The "multiple choice adjectives" are more or less suppressed thoughts.
Also, just in case I haven't expressed it recently, I don't own Static Shock or any of the characters therein.
Richie stared at his hands with something akin to wonder. They seemed so (translucent, lifeless) pale on top of his desk in the moonlit room. He rarely saw things at face value anymore, preferring to analyze molecules and determine what they could become. Richie tried not to dwell in the past (or the present, for that matter). Nothing in the past mattered anymore. (Not the people or the places or Gear. Especially Gear.)
Richie had started writing when everything else had started (crumbling, crashing, falling apart) failing. Everything except Virgil. Virgil was his last (reprieve, sanctum) defense. Virgil had never failed Richie(not like Static, or Gear himself, had). So Richie wrote to Virgil. He wrote about anything that went wrong (or right, every now and then). He wrote about everything, except…
Richie was drawn back into the present by the clock striking. He shook off memories of blood (the sight, the smell, so much…) and sirens (loud and close, but too late). He picked up a pen and began to write another letter (note, more than anything).
Dear Virgil,
I know it's been years since the last time we spoke. I miss you V, but I won't for much longer. I'm dying, Virgil. I can feel it. I could feel it from the day you left. Nothing's been the same since then. I haven't been the same. You were the only thing that kept me anchored, but I didn't realize it until too late. I couldn't save you then, and it killed me. I can't save myself now (Believe me I've been trying. Came up with all kinds of gadgets in just the last month because I knew you would want me to try.), but I'm fine with it. Don't get me wrong, I'm terrified. It's just that I, at risk of sounding like a sappy romance novel, will finally get to see you again. That makes me happier than I would've ever thought possible. I hope you aren't mad that I've stopped trying. I'm just letting nature take what it should've gotten back all those years ago.
Love, Richie
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