Drabble: life is agony (Roswell/Smallville)
Life is Agony
Fandom: Smallville, Roswell, Aquaman
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover, Drama, Romance, Hurt and Comfort, Angst
Characters/Pairings: Tess/AC
Any warnings: mentions of character death
Disclaimer: Smallville, Roswell and Aquaman and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: This is a continuation of ‘ Hundred brushstrokes’ and ‘ Bidding Goodbye’. Very BIG watchout! You really need to read both things first, or this drabble will not only be spoiler-y but also very (angst) shocking!
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Everyday was agony. Everyday that she lived was pain. Everyday that she lived and existed made the void, the emptiness inside her grow.
How long would she still exist in this life? How long would she live, until death would finally release her from the pain?
All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed, and die. She wanted nothing more than to vegetate into nothingness and stay forgotten ... forgotten in a world in which he didn’t exist anymore.
Instead she made herself wake up in the mornings and dressed her daughter. She combed her hair and got her ready for school, plastering a false, painful smile on her face. She continued to exist, if only for her daughter, the only living reminder of her happier days.
But when she lay down to sleep at night, her guilt ridden mind prayed selfishly that she wouldn’t awake the next day. Because everyday that she spent without AC was agony.
Fandom: Smallville, Roswell, Aquaman
Author: vodooman
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crossover, Drama, Romance, Hurt and Comfort, Angst
Characters/Pairings: Tess/AC
Any warnings: mentions of character death
Disclaimer: Smallville, Roswell and Aquaman and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: This is a continuation of ‘ Hundred brushstrokes’ and ‘ Bidding Goodbye’. Very BIG watchout! You really need to read both things first, or this drabble will not only be spoiler-y but also very (angst) shocking!
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Everyday was agony. Everyday that she lived was pain. Everyday that she lived and existed made the void, the emptiness inside her grow.
How long would she still exist in this life? How long would she live, until death would finally release her from the pain?
All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed, and die. She wanted nothing more than to vegetate into nothingness and stay forgotten ... forgotten in a world in which he didn’t exist anymore.
Instead she made herself wake up in the mornings and dressed her daughter. She combed her hair and got her ready for school, plastering a false, painful smile on her face. She continued to exist, if only for her daughter, the only living reminder of her happier days.
But when she lay down to sleep at night, her guilt ridden mind prayed selfishly that she wouldn’t awake the next day. Because everyday that she spent without AC was agony.