I never expected so many reviews on such short drabbles... Thank you, everyone! They're getting me through midterms with my sanity (somewhat) intact. :D
Tired
October 12, 2011
Inspired by Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
"I'm tired of breathing" – Estragon
"Danny," Sam rasped, reaching out to touch him one last time.
He came closer to her side, clutching her hand in his as tears streamed down his face.
"Yes?" he whispered, brushing them away.
"I'm so..." she had trouble getting the words out. "Tired..."
"Of what?" he asked so gently.
"Of..." A shuddering breath. "Breathing..."
And with that, violet eyes slipped closed.
Danny squeezed his eyes shut and gave a few violent sobs as he felt the life drain out of her frail body, felt her hand grow cold.
"Me too, Sam..." he finally whispered. "Me too."
So he stopped.
I know it's depressing, but I'm really quite pleased with this one. :) Back to something lighter next time, though... don't worry!