Story: Fading Spiritual
Part Three: Something to Believe In
Pairing: implied Christopher/Ganymede; C/J; C/D
Rating: M
Warnings: Angst, deathfic, self-mutilation
"In the shadow cast as you were leaving
In the beauty of the ending day
There is always something to believe in
Something...
As I watch you slip away"
-The October Project, 'Something More Than This'
Dark hands opened a desk drawer, wood as mahogany as his own skin, where he kept memories.
There was a folded piece of parchment Christopher had made into the classic classroom airplane, until he realized parchment wouldn't fly, it only fell. He was annoyed, Christopher was, because he'd spent so much time getting the creases just right so he could hit Jalil in the back of the head from the doorway.
There were pieces of fabric; a scrap of denim, a bit of a sheet, bloodstained Viking garb that Christopher had worn into some battle, and a shirt Christopher had written on saying, "General Sherman."
Underneath it was a dried flower, given as a joke, a dandelion before it became the white puff that Christopher said you wished on. Apparently, your wish came true if you blew all of the puff out. It wasn't a birthday candle, Jalil had argued, not that either really granted wishes.
Jalil would plant thousands for one chance of wishing Christopher back.
It didn't make sense, it wasn't logical. Christopher's death was shrouded with guilt and pain and denial and tears. Tears that Jalil tried to ignore, but he seemed to be consistently dehydrated every morning.
He was dragging David to the grave soon, not to make their grief and misery that much harder, but to remember, to respect. To continue loving.
It was spring, wind whipping through David's unruly hair; it'd do the same to Christopher's, blonde turning enlightened gold in its rays.
The wind scattered seeds, he saw dandelions, and Jalil sang, voice choked and breath unsteady. "So no one told you life was gonna be this way..."
A few moments later, David clapped, tears falling and a sad smile on his face.
Jalil would remember love.
-Fin-
A'n: It took me over a year to write this last part. I think the time was worthwhile.