Goodbye
OneShot, D/S, every year he went to the same place, wishing the same wish, every year he went to the place she died, and said goodbye
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The ghost stood in the spot she had died, a mere shadow of his former glory. Wishing there was a way to change the past. He had already gone to the Master of Time, but he was sent away, in silence. He had suffered the taunts of his enemies, the pitying glances of his family and friends. He drifted wherever, not bothering to return to his life, every year on the anniversary of her death he stayed as he was for another day.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months; everyone he knew became used to him disappearing again and again. Pining after the woman he had loved and lost.
Of the Darkness that does gather
When the dusk light comes to fade
When time has slowed its travels
When I'm lost with no more to say
Would you wait with hope and wisdom?
Just to give me one last truth
Could you bear to see the shadow?
Of who I am
He would stand there, for hours on end. Screaming his wishes in the hope that the Genii would hear him. She heard him, but she did not answer, it was one desire she could not fulfil. And so he was left, in despair, to wait, until death claimed him and he could see Her again. But no matter what he did, no matter what he tried, he would always remain, he would always remember. The pain that he felt consumed him, the guilt of what he had done overcame him, he was a pitiful wreck.
If I wait within the half-light
Would you even speak my name?
If the measure of the answers
Were to balance the bitter sum
Of the life we follow daily
And the paths we need to tread
Could you bear to see the shadow?
Of who I am
He would always remember the way she had screamed as he took her to her death. If he could say it was him, him from a darker future. He would always remember the way she smiled at him, at the smiles were hardest to bear. The memory of the good times they had shared, and could still be sharing, if it weren't for the choices he had made that he now regretted. He would always remember the love he had felt for her, which he still felt for her.
When the past has come to taunt us
And the future looming near
When the things that once were treasured
Are the things that we let fade
If the dawning of a promise
Is the one thing left to hold?
Would you bear to see the Shadow?
Of who I am?
He would wish the same thing, every year, speak the same words, every year. Not apologies or how he felt. One word to sum it all up; Goodbye.