AN: 100 words of bittersweet angst. Possibly the prologue for something longer I have in mind (email me for details), or just a little drabble piece, reviewer's choice. And I'd never realised how hard it is to write just 100 words, on purpose that is, much respect to people who write these constantly.
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Gone
Gone.
Galahad was gone.
He wasn't coming back.
Gawain was having trouble making sense of these statements. It wasn't possible. Galahad couldn't be dead. Galahad was too young to be dead. Gawain wasn't ready for Galahad to be dead, he hadn't told him…
Gone.
Galahad was gone.
No! He wasn't gone. He would never be gone. As long as Gawain was alive so was Galahad. They were inseparable, everyone said so. A little thing like death wasn't going to change that. Besides, he'd never told Galahad he was in love with him.
Gone.
Galahad was gone.
But he wasn't forgotten.
End notes: Well, do I leave it as it is, or do I make it the prologue to something longer? Review and let me know.