Hi everyone!! I got inspired and decided to write another oneshot! :D This time it involves Libba Bray's series, "A Great and Terrible Beauty." Now, if you've not finished the series in its entirety, I don't reccomend reading this, because it does contain spoilers. Be that as it may, if you would like to read, I ain't stoppin' ya. I hope you enjoy it; this story was inspired by the song "My Immortal" by Evanescence and I listened to the Vitamin String Quartet version incessantly whilst writing this piece. The story is from Felicity's POV as she officially loses Pippa, and as she may have connected with Fowlson (they both lose the ones they love; Gemma does, too, eventually, but at this point in time, it hasn't happened yet). Please R&R!!!! :D And if you're interested in another oneshot, I did one for Edward Scissorhands, too!
"My Immortal"
My heart is a bruise that will not fade.
I force the tears from my face, the feet beneath me to walk, and yet every step is like a knife in my side. Every ounce of strength I have is used to keep walking, and to keep from turning back to search for her. Her beautiful face fills my mind.... the raven curls, the violet eyes, the smile that ignites a room and the laugh that makes my heart sing. That laugh..... I shall never hear it again. I let out a sob. My stomach churns as I look to Gemma and Kartik, and think of the life they will have together. Here I stand, God; what of me? What of her?
"You kept her from the dark for so long, Fee; that in itself is the strongest magic I've seen." Gemma had tried to comfort me. Deep in my heart, the truth gave a little tug: I'd convinced myself for ages that she, my darling Pip, was still with me, when, in truth, I'd been alone all along. It made my heart ache even more as I pushed Gemma away with one word. Don't. Don't say it. I won't stand for it. As if hearing the words aloud, thereby acknowledging the loss, will make it permanent.
Everything inside me hurts as I board Gorgon. I hear Gemma and Fowlson talking; he asks for Miss McCleethey, and I watch him drop to his knees as he absorbs the truth. "Sahirah....." I can hear his heart begin to bruise in his voice. I slowly walk over to him and sit at his side, facing him, watching his mind unravel in his eyes. Those eyes meet mine, and we sit together for a long time, watching each other's faces, speaking without making a sound. I know his pain, and he realizes he knows mine. Our wounds are great; they eat at us like a hungry dog at a slab of meat. We will see the faces of our beloved ones in our dreams and nightmares for ages to come, and most of the time we will wake up screaming from the pain. Said pain will not subside quickly; the presence of our immortal beloved will linger with us as if they have left the room not seconds earlier. And it will hurt. It hurts now. It hurts now with such a fire and intensity, I would claw my own heart out to rid myself of its burn. And I know he feels the same. We understand each other, in one moment, more than anyone else on that boat, I think.
It is one moment, but it is enough.
