Disclaimer: I wish I owned Miss Saigon. Mais non. sigh
A/N: Well, this is the first Saigon fic I've attempted..I decided to take a break from CATS for a bit. If I continue it, each chapter will be from a different character's POV, all describing their view on the final scene. Please review, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
Shattered
My heart is beating like a drum; I can nearly hear it, feel it pounding in my ears as a million thoughts, pictures, worries, fears, emotions swim madly through my head. Sentimentality, sadness, pain, resignation-and yet amidst all of this, a strange sort of reluctant joy shines dimly in the back of my mind. I can't cry…for some reason the tears will not come…I take a last look at my son. My only joy. It's true; I would give it all for him, and that's why I am in this position. I kiss him; goodbye, my love, but I know we'll meet again, won't we?
Slipping behind the curtain-I don't want him to see- I know that as soon as I take that gun in my hands I am past the point of no return…
And I do.
I hesitate slightly; weigh the weapon that will shatter one life and bring renewal to another in my hands. I consider the fateful choice I am making one last time. This gun has killed before, and nothing good came of it….but…I know it will be different this time. What does it matter, anyhow? I am gone, I have no future, I am sunk to far into this. Only Tam. Tam has a future.
I hear voices and footsteps in the hall…they're coming. Thank God.
I lick my lips nervously, the first glimmer of a tear glinting in the corner of my eye, and my head is whirling again, like a tornado of thoughts and pictures and the events of my life flash in front of me like a movie-
BANG.
It's alright…they're coming.
A/N: Well, there you go. Please tell me what you think, and I really will continue this if people think I should. Thanx!
Veel liefs,
Eponine