Disclaimer/AN: Don't own. Written for Lacie's birthday. Enjoy and please don't forget to drop me a review! :)
Goodbey is such a sad word
I lean against the rugged side of an oak-tree, breathing in the smell of the forest. The sky is starless and black. All is quiet in the night, like the hush before a storm would break loose.
My eyes are half-lidded, I myself bone-weary and strangely nostalgic.
This is my last night on Earth, for tomorrow I will die. For all my life I have known this to be a fact, it is a thought that has never ceased to haunt me. I have counted down the decades, the years, the months, the weeks, the days and now, finally, the hours leading up to that moment. I've always been too aware of the time slipping from between my fingers.
But then again, I don't really have anything to complain about. My life, though twisted and a parody of both the mundane ways and the would-be fairy-tales, was one I had loved dearly. As dearly as I love my brother, my beloved Oswald. As enjoyable as the afternoons spent bathing in the sunlight with both him and Jack.
Jack...
I wonder what he is doing now, upon this cold, lonely night? Is he too, awake and alone, thinking of sunlit days and the three of us basking in that golden glow as if it were mean to be that way forever?
Yes, that is the kind of forever I would have enjoyed, I'm sure of it.
But it will never happen, because tomorrow I will be nothing but a memory.
Almost without realizing it, my hand moves to rest upon my flat belly, yet I know of the life that resides within me. It is too bad I will not get to meet this child of mine. I smile. Still, I wish for it to meet Oswald and perhaps even Jack. But would Jack still be here, in the Baskerville Mansion, even after I am gone?
The smile slips off my face, replaced by a frown. The thought of Jack leaving... shouldn't matter to me. I will leave him and everything else in the world in just a couple of hours and he won't even know until much later. How strange that though is, never again will I wait for him on the outskirts of the Baskerville forest... the thought makes me feel even more lonely. It reminds me of how Oswald, too, had waited for my return in such a manner many a time.
I will miss them. This lonely thought will reside in my mind until my dying moments. For I am going to die. I am aware of what my death will do to them both, I am not blind and I will not lie to myself. I will be the one to break them, my beloved Oswald and my Jack. This I know to be the truth.
But I suppose it doesn't matter, because in a couple of hours, I'll know nothing at all.
In the distance, the sun begins to rise.