drabbling...

[mickeym]

Still trying to kick-start the brain.

halo: three words: exist, arch and breathe. drabble. get the words coming.
kim: oh... i dunno if i can do a drabble that way. i can try.
kim: you too, same words.
halo: okay :-)

Death warning. If that's a problem, please don't read it.



You don't exist any more. You're nothing more than thoughts, memories; flashes of pain, laughter, tears and joy rolled into mental pictures. You remember being there, being held, touched with reverence, with love. You remember his fingertips tracing your face.

You remember the pain etched into his features, saw his tears hit skin that couldn't feel any longer.

"Breathe, Chris, c'mon, please—" Frantic whisper.

You watched abstractly as the rain mingled with your blood, muting the color. Erasing you.

You watched your back arch when they zapped you, trying to restart your heart.

You hope he believes in ghosts.

Comments

[splifford.livejournal.com]

i am a big puddle of despair now. that was so sad. but beautiful...and in my head i am absolutely adding a few extra lines about miraculous recovery and happy, smutty reunions, because i can't *handle* death fics at all...even in drabble.

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

*hugs tight*

I did a...followup? sequel? something. Not sure it's exactly what you had in mind, but. Yes :) And thanks for reading, honey, *especially* if it's not your cuppa. *cuddles splifford*

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[splifford.livejournal.com]

::snuggle::

thanks, baby...i read the followup and it's close enough for folk. :-)

as long as death isn't the end, then i'm ok. and in my world, death is never the end.