Ah, finally dug this old thing up. This is probably my least favorite drabble, because I don't like the way it turned out. I didn't intend for it to happen that way, really! All right, I did, but it came out much worse than I expected.
Definitely AU. Interpret as you see fit. Substitute whatever characters you want, though I had two specifically in mind. Probably easy to guess which two (or at least one of them), knowing me.
Oh, and there's a gun involved. Ha.
Disclaimer: I DISCLAIM EVERYTHING. Satisfied? Thanks for breaking me, bastards.
He looks at you with eyes so wide and blue that you almost point the gun to your own head and shoot yourself instead. Almost.
He had knocked on your front door, even though he hadn't needed to. He always lets himself in anyway, without waiting for you to answer, although you don't ever remember giving him a key. He's soaked through and through, wet hair dripping and clothes water-dark. The rain outside is thundering, relentless, an all-encompassing aqua army bent on torrential destruction.
He does that often, you realize. He comes by for no reason, sporadically, unexpectedly, but never unwelcome. Your resolve shatters all of a sudden and you feel like the ruthless killer in children's books.
But you steady your traitorous hands; take careful aim at the heart you know is beating within his chest. You wish you could hear his heartbeat, just so you'd know he's still alive, at least for now, and that you will be the one to end it all. You wouldn't let anyone else take his life.
"Aren't you going to ask me why?" you whisper, your eyes piercing him before the bullet even left the barrel.
He says nothing, but looks so forgiving that you almost take your own life again.
"Won't you say anything?" you demand, hysterical, unhinged, deranged. "Won't you beg for your life?"
"Beg?" And he smiles that sad smile that's become too familiar over the years. "But you know that my life has always belonged to you."
Something in your heart goes thump, but your brain pulls the trigger and all is still as his life blinks out, his body like a child's forgotten doll on the curb of a rain-washed street that runs red and helpless.