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See part 1.
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Calando: lit. dying away, fading away; a gradual decrease in volume and slowing of tempo
She looses more of him with every breath, every heartbeat.
Alex works alone now; she will have no other partner. She goes doggedly through every case, every situation, on her own, refusing all offers of assistance. Her determination is solid and stubborn, hardened by grief.
Her friends say she is too quiet, that she never laughs and smiles only rarely. She disappears too often into her silent pain, entombing herself in her sorrow. She fades away from them just as he fades away from her, two ghosts--one living, one dead.
His traces--the things he left behind, the words he used to say--are vanishing. Everything that was left of him is gone, given away or thrown out or stored in boxes and closets. She can no longer feel his presence at her desk or his warmth in her bed. She holds onto her memories of him and slips into her dreams by day and night, increasingly lost in a world of her own. But they, too, are fading away, and she cannot let them go. There is nothing where they once used to be. All she has left is her heartbreak--the dark, cruel agony.
The pain will die away with time. But as it fades away, as the memories go, they take with them the joy of having known him, of loving him, and that is more terrible than anything she could have imagined. She seeks nothing now except oblivion, a release from all desire and torture. She only wants to hide away from the world and wait until her pain ceases, until she can freely love again.
Alex sits alone at her desk as the light fades away from the sky and darkness falls over the city. The very last person to leave the office, she gathers up her things quietly and dissolves into the shadows, as silently as she came.
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Finis! *bows*
I can't say thank you enough to you funny, sweet, wonderful people who reviewed my work; I never thought anybody would like it this much! :-D My love and gratitude to you all!
See part 1.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Calando: lit. dying away, fading away; a gradual decrease in volume and slowing of tempo
She looses more of him with every breath, every heartbeat.
Alex works alone now; she will have no other partner. She goes doggedly through every case, every situation, on her own, refusing all offers of assistance. Her determination is solid and stubborn, hardened by grief.
Her friends say she is too quiet, that she never laughs and smiles only rarely. She disappears too often into her silent pain, entombing herself in her sorrow. She fades away from them just as he fades away from her, two ghosts--one living, one dead.
His traces--the things he left behind, the words he used to say--are vanishing. Everything that was left of him is gone, given away or thrown out or stored in boxes and closets. She can no longer feel his presence at her desk or his warmth in her bed. She holds onto her memories of him and slips into her dreams by day and night, increasingly lost in a world of her own. But they, too, are fading away, and she cannot let them go. There is nothing where they once used to be. All she has left is her heartbreak--the dark, cruel agony.
The pain will die away with time. But as it fades away, as the memories go, they take with them the joy of having known him, of loving him, and that is more terrible than anything she could have imagined. She seeks nothing now except oblivion, a release from all desire and torture. She only wants to hide away from the world and wait until her pain ceases, until she can freely love again.
Alex sits alone at her desk as the light fades away from the sky and darkness falls over the city. The very last person to leave the office, she gathers up her things quietly and dissolves into the shadows, as silently as she came.
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Finis! *bows*
I can't say thank you enough to you funny, sweet, wonderful people who reviewed my work; I never thought anybody would like it this much! :-D My love and gratitude to you all!