Paradise
Summary: 'Sequel' to 'Gone'. Candles may be lit, tears may be spilled. But I'm always there, watching over you.
A/N: M/L implied in here. My dark mood returned, and made me write this small story. Very small.
Paradise
The small flame of the candle stood out against the dark contrast of the wall. She watched as he slowly made his way to the candle.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. He couldn't hear her, she knew that. But it didn't stop her from saying the words she'd wanted to say for so long.
She watched the candle burn out slowly. It had gone that way with her for the last months of her life. Burning out slowly, she'd felt like she was stuck in pain.
Now, that her life had ended, she felt... Right. Watching over her love as he fought his way through his life.
Behind his glasses, she could see his tears. Tears for her. She wanted to wipe them away so badly, but knew she couldn't.
Don't cry, she thought, I'm okay. She made her way over to him, and sat down on the corner of the table. For hours they both sat there. None saying anything.
Because nothing had to be said.
The candle's flame was bright and dancing, reflecting in the glass of his glasses. If only he knew she was still there. But he would never know, at least, not for a long time.
She remembered coming here the first night. Seeing him with a gun in his hand, just ready to end all his pain. The relief when he had put it down was overwhelming.
That had been one year ago. One year. Twelve months of waching him mourn, and start his life again. Slowly, he had gotten himself together.
Many times she'd wondered if he'd been the same when she died for the first time.
Truth was, she didn't want to think about that. But the thoughts came seeping back when she watched him type away, or sleep.
The dripping of candle-wax caught her attention, and she turned to face the candle. She took a deep breath, and blew out it's ever-lasting flame. The only thing she was allowed to do tonight.
"I love you." She whispered, as the room faded away. It was time to go back to her paradise.
Summary: 'Sequel' to 'Gone'. Candles may be lit, tears may be spilled. But I'm always there, watching over you.
A/N: M/L implied in here. My dark mood returned, and made me write this small story. Very small.
Paradise
The small flame of the candle stood out against the dark contrast of the wall. She watched as he slowly made his way to the candle.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. He couldn't hear her, she knew that. But it didn't stop her from saying the words she'd wanted to say for so long.
She watched the candle burn out slowly. It had gone that way with her for the last months of her life. Burning out slowly, she'd felt like she was stuck in pain.
Now, that her life had ended, she felt... Right. Watching over her love as he fought his way through his life.
Behind his glasses, she could see his tears. Tears for her. She wanted to wipe them away so badly, but knew she couldn't.
Don't cry, she thought, I'm okay. She made her way over to him, and sat down on the corner of the table. For hours they both sat there. None saying anything.
Because nothing had to be said.
The candle's flame was bright and dancing, reflecting in the glass of his glasses. If only he knew she was still there. But he would never know, at least, not for a long time.
She remembered coming here the first night. Seeing him with a gun in his hand, just ready to end all his pain. The relief when he had put it down was overwhelming.
That had been one year ago. One year. Twelve months of waching him mourn, and start his life again. Slowly, he had gotten himself together.
Many times she'd wondered if he'd been the same when she died for the first time.
Truth was, she didn't want to think about that. But the thoughts came seeping back when she watched him type away, or sleep.
The dripping of candle-wax caught her attention, and she turned to face the candle. She took a deep breath, and blew out it's ever-lasting flame. The only thing she was allowed to do tonight.
"I love you." She whispered, as the room faded away. It was time to go back to her paradise.