"Choices II" – first person piece; Deanna's POV
Author Pia Pedersen
Feedback: Most appreciated, as it always is.
Code: Drabble – R/T
Summary: Deanna reflects on hers and Will's choices, and on the consequences they bear.
Disclaimer: It's not mine; it never was, and it never will be.
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He does not speak to me anymore.
I can no longer reach his thoughts with mine.
His mind is closed – even to me.
Especially to me.
What is he feeling?
What are his thoughts, his fears?
I used to know; he used to tell me.
But he does not come to me.
He does not need me.
Not anymore.
He will call out for someone tonight – but it will not be for me.
He speaks my name softly, and I turn to him.
The lift stops; I step outside into the corridor.
All I want is to stay in there; stay with him.
But I can't.
Worf is here, but I do not see him.
All I see is Will.
What ever it was he wanted to say I know I will not get to hear it.
Not now, maybe not ever.
Someone will hold him tonight – but it will not be me.
He is mine no longer.
I will always love him.
But it does not matter.
Not anymore.
Unless we choose to break down the walls between us …
Do I dare risk it?
Dare I not?
"It can wait," he says.
And he is smiling.
I feel my spirit shatter into a million pieces.
'How long, Imzadi? How long?'
But he does not hear it.
He does not know.
And he will never see the tears I cry.
I will never let him.
I made my choice – and I chose another.
I will never again feel his touch.
Never see the passion in his eyes, only for me.
Someone will hold me tonight – but it will not be him.
Never again …
Except in my dreams.
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Author Pia Pedersen
Feedback: Most appreciated, as it always is.
Code: Drabble – R/T
Summary: Deanna reflects on hers and Will's choices, and on the consequences they bear.
Disclaimer: It's not mine; it never was, and it never will be.
******************
He does not speak to me anymore.
I can no longer reach his thoughts with mine.
His mind is closed – even to me.
Especially to me.
What is he feeling?
What are his thoughts, his fears?
I used to know; he used to tell me.
But he does not come to me.
He does not need me.
Not anymore.
He will call out for someone tonight – but it will not be for me.
He speaks my name softly, and I turn to him.
The lift stops; I step outside into the corridor.
All I want is to stay in there; stay with him.
But I can't.
Worf is here, but I do not see him.
All I see is Will.
What ever it was he wanted to say I know I will not get to hear it.
Not now, maybe not ever.
Someone will hold him tonight – but it will not be me.
He is mine no longer.
I will always love him.
But it does not matter.
Not anymore.
Unless we choose to break down the walls between us …
Do I dare risk it?
Dare I not?
"It can wait," he says.
And he is smiling.
I feel my spirit shatter into a million pieces.
'How long, Imzadi? How long?'
But he does not hear it.
He does not know.
And he will never see the tears I cry.
I will never let him.
I made my choice – and I chose another.
I will never again feel his touch.
Never see the passion in his eyes, only for me.
Someone will hold me tonight – but it will not be him.
Never again …
Except in my dreams.
[-end-]
