Title: The In-Between
Author: Sharaiah
Email: sharaiahj@yahoo.com
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l Pairings: None Season/Spoilers: Season 5, Post-Meridian fiction. Summery: Post-Meridian Drabble. Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue! Archive: Yeahsureyabetcha! Just let me know where please. Feedback: Yes please, feeds the muses don'tcha know!
The In-Between
The door swung open on squeaky hinges, revealing a darkness inside that smelled of the cold.
A shaking hand reached inside for the lightswitch and withdrew hastily without touching.
One foot, then the other, slowly inch by inch he entered the room, tentative, afraid. Afraid of disturbing the very air, but finally moving within and gently closing the door behind his tensed body with a soft click.
Moving, almost gliding, into the kitchen a familiar smell assaulted his lungs. He inhaled deeply, trying to infuse his being with the comforting smell, but all too soon it became overwhelming. Memories unwanted and unbidden flooded his mind, memories he was not yet able to handle.
He withdrew from the kitchen and made his way to the main room. Eyes cast themselves over memories laid out before them.
A book, open halfway lay undisturbed on the couch, a cup of coffee undrunk on the table. Moving closer, a magazine strewn on the floor in haste, a single solitary shoe peaking out from under the piano.
The tears came now, unregarded, unremarkable.
Once again, a hand reached out, fingers extended, ghosting over the memories in plain sight. Never quite touching, never quite connecting.
Eyes that once skimmed the plateau now searched, frantically. Hoping, desperate to find something, though had he been asked he could not have said what.
Failing to find whatever eluded him he moved his now weary body towards the bedroom, a place he should not go but was unable to stop his body from taking treacherous steps.
It was a mistake, he should not have come here. His eyes connected with a photo, half in shadow and unexceptional, a stranger would have overlooked it. But not him, not now.
Four smiling faces, a moment from long ago, a contented moment. He focused on it in the dim light and something inside broke.
The tears were regarded now, the tears were remarkable. The tears were unending.
He let his body fall to the ground and wept, slumped in the doorway.
Half in shadow, half in light.
Stuck in the in-between.
l Pairings: None Season/Spoilers: Season 5, Post-Meridian fiction. Summery: Post-Meridian Drabble. Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue! Archive: Yeahsureyabetcha! Just let me know where please. Feedback: Yes please, feeds the muses don'tcha know!
The In-Between
The door swung open on squeaky hinges, revealing a darkness inside that smelled of the cold.
A shaking hand reached inside for the lightswitch and withdrew hastily without touching.
One foot, then the other, slowly inch by inch he entered the room, tentative, afraid. Afraid of disturbing the very air, but finally moving within and gently closing the door behind his tensed body with a soft click.
Moving, almost gliding, into the kitchen a familiar smell assaulted his lungs. He inhaled deeply, trying to infuse his being with the comforting smell, but all too soon it became overwhelming. Memories unwanted and unbidden flooded his mind, memories he was not yet able to handle.
He withdrew from the kitchen and made his way to the main room. Eyes cast themselves over memories laid out before them.
A book, open halfway lay undisturbed on the couch, a cup of coffee undrunk on the table. Moving closer, a magazine strewn on the floor in haste, a single solitary shoe peaking out from under the piano.
The tears came now, unregarded, unremarkable.
Once again, a hand reached out, fingers extended, ghosting over the memories in plain sight. Never quite touching, never quite connecting.
Eyes that once skimmed the plateau now searched, frantically. Hoping, desperate to find something, though had he been asked he could not have said what.
Failing to find whatever eluded him he moved his now weary body towards the bedroom, a place he should not go but was unable to stop his body from taking treacherous steps.
It was a mistake, he should not have come here. His eyes connected with a photo, half in shadow and unexceptional, a stranger would have overlooked it. But not him, not now.
Four smiling faces, a moment from long ago, a contented moment. He focused on it in the dim light and something inside broke.
The tears were regarded now, the tears were remarkable. The tears were unending.
He let his body fall to the ground and wept, slumped in the doorway.
Half in shadow, half in light.
Stuck in the in-between.