You Are The Moon
~Rachel Duncan strutted down the subway station. Sarah Manning felt the train jerk to a halt.~
Paring: ProPunk (Rachel/Sarah)
Song: You are the Moon by The Hush Sound
AN: Sorry about the wonky spacing :/ Song lyrics in italics
TRIGGER WARNING: Slight suicide contemplation!
Disclaimer: If I owned it, you'd know it
~You Are The Moon~
Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Rachel Duncan strutted down the subway station.
The night was anything but still. Her stomach churned.
She checked her watch. Looked down at the tracks.
She stood on the yellow line, wondering what it would be like.
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Sarah Manning felt the train jerk to a halt. She jumped awake.
She cursed under her breath. A mother pulled her daughter to her.
"Sorry," she apologized, not meaning it. She rose, exited.
She ducked under her hood, headed for the pay phone.
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
Rachel Duncan did not try to calm her wildly beating heart.
The train had not hit her. There was no possibility for that.
A wave of sadness lulled her eyes to flutter sleepily.
A tear streaked down her cheek, cutting through pristine makeup.
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone
Sarah Manning glanced over at the sound of a repressed sniff.
A woman stood on the yellow line, head facing the approaching train.
She dropped the phone instinctively, drawing closer to the woman.
"Hello?" she called, tone softer than she'd ever heard it.
You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
Rachel Duncan turned towards Sarah Manning. The air went still.
"You look beautiful," Rachel breathed, "You must be the moon."
Sarah feigned the blush rising to her cheeks, stuck out her hand,
"Sarah Manning." Rachel laced their fingers together, "Rachel Duncan."
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
"Do I know you?" Sarah asked, knowing very well she did not.
"No. You don't," Rachel answered, smiling softly. "Hello."
"You, uh, weren't going to do anything stupid, were you?"
"No." Rachel looked away, eyes misty. "Just thinking."
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
"Can I ask why you look exactly like me?" Sarah asked.
"You can ask," Rachel answered, "But I won't tell."
Sarah noticed the streak of running mascara.
Rachel noticed the determined glint in her eyes.
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
"Let's get away from the edge," Sarah soothed.
Rachel followed as the woman, her moon, led her to a bench.
"Why are you here?" Rachel asked. Sarah shrugged.
"You can ask," Sarah said, "But I won't tell."
I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
The pair of identicals laughed together for the first time.
Rachel's laugh was soft, like she was content on a warm day.
Sarah's laugh was full, like she knew what a presence she held.
The pair of identicals did not let go of each other's hand.
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
"Why are you here?" Sarah asked.
"I just came here to think," Rachel repeated.
"About jumping?" Sarah felt Rachel squeeze her hand.
"No. Not about jumping." They both knew it was a lie.
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
"I should be going," Rachel sighed, meeting Sarah's eyes.
"Do you need any help?" Sarah asked. Rachel shook her head.
"I mean it, you know. What I said." she answered instead. Sarah blushed.
Rachel leaned over to hug her, whispering, "You really are the moon."
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise