Title: life is bigger than you
Summary: that thrill is gone away from me. / How the mighty fall. cat&andre.
Credit: This is inspired by a fic I read in the TD fandom a while ago, I don't remember what. Title is from "Losing my Religion", summary is from "The Thrill is Gone".
"This just in, the famed singer-songwriter André Harris has died from alcohol poisoning in his house in Manhattan."
/
eat. sleep. drink.
that's all he ever does, every day.
he sits in his chair, watching some game or something on tv. not that he cares, he stopped caring years ago.
suddenly, he snaps.
drink. drink. drink.
he drinks himself away, and he can't stop.
the pain hurts, it hurts too much...
he falls, dead.
/
she's buried in a pink casket, her favorite color, surrounded by the flowers she loved so much, despite it being winter.
he stays at the church during her showing everyday until they bury her. he doesn't cry, he doesn't scream, he just sits there like a blob. and that's exactly how he feels.
when they bury her, he returns to his home, alone.
she's not there, her bright singing isn't there, her beautiful smile isn't there.
he cries and cries and cries on the way to the fridge, and takes a drink of vodka when he reaches it.
suddenly, that's his life.
eat. drink. sleep.
and it doesn't numb the pain any more, but he can't stop.
/
"And now for tragic news, the Broadway actress Cat Valentine was killed in a car accident this morning."
/
she doesn't feel anything except the warmth of her blood in the frosty winter air.
all she was doing was getting some coffee, but then the other man couldn't stop, he was going too fast..
her hair is bright against the snow, and oh god, is that her hand over there?
she's scared, so incredibly scared. nothing, not even rats and clown heads, scares her more.
she thinks of him one last time.
her eye close, and she's dead.
/
"do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part?"
"i do."
"i now pronounce you man and wife. you may now kiss the bride."
until death do them part.
/
"andré, i love you."
"i love you too, little red."
they kiss for what seems like the end of time, and never separate.
/
end.