Prison Break | Same Moon
Title: Same Moon
Character/Pairing: Sara, Michael
Rating: PG
Summary: While peering at the moon...
Same Moon
Behind the drifting white, lacy curtains, Sara could see the moon floating in the night air. It was completely full and appeared closer than physically possible. From bed, it seemed like she could reach out and pluck it from its place beyond the brightly coloured stars.
She shifted uncomfortably in her plush bed, thick with the heaviest blankets in her possession. Her pillow slipped out from under her head and fell softly onto the floor, directly in front of the window. Sitting up and steadying herself with one arm, she brushed the red hair from her face. She felt a little groggy from the lack of sleep - only six hours in the past three days. Her father had told her that maybe it was the pain of getting morphine in her system again; she thought it was something else.
Carefully, she repositioned herself at the edge of the bed and stared out at the moon with dazed eyes. Forgiveness was the only thing in the entire world she needed that came before sleep, but unfortunately sleep would come a lot simpler than the former. And of course one was caused by the other, so she doubted there would be any rest tonight.
Tears fought to stream down her cheeks, only she would not let them. If she cried whenever the urge came, she would never stop. There was plenty to weep over - not only did the man she thought she loved deceive her trust, but everything she worked so hard to build over again fell apart because of it. Her life - it was broken once again and she no longer had the willpower to put it all back together.
The moon began to quaver in her eyes as the water started to pour out. Nothing had ever hurt so badly before, not even her mother's death. Not because she did not care, but because she was now feeling that and the full force of everything that had happened within the past month. She hated what she felt, and to her dismay, she knew deep in her heart that there was only one person who could comfort her and take the pain away. And they may as well be years apart, with nothing in the world connecting them at that second.
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Moonlight poured in from the open window before him, lighting up the room almost as well as the lamp beside him could do had he turned it on. Michael stared out at the perfectly circular glow and thought about her.
He let her down. She had believed only he and Lincoln were being let out when she left that door unlocked. But she was letting out a lot more. He could not decipher if it was the guilt persuading him or not, but he kept telling himself over and over that he hadn't lied to her. No, the definition is to say something that is not true in a conscious effort to deceive somebody. He had only failed to tell her everything. He hadn’t lied.
Of course, she would not see it that way. To be honest, he should not either. He talked her into letting out two convicted murderers, one whom even killed hours after escaping. And to her kind and good-natured being, she probably blamed it on herself.
With ease, Michael lifted himself from the small desk and approached the open window, placing both hands on the sill. A gentle breeze brushed over his face, whistling over the trees and grass outside. The softness of the moment reminded him of Sara's innocence, how she used to smile curtly at him before rushing to leave him once again. He could recall only precious few times he was able to exit before her.
Gazing once again at the moon, a chill cascaded down his body, finally coming to rest at the back of his neck. He refrained from moving, however, keeping his eyes trained on the luminous object in the sky before him. At that moment, he was reminded of a song by Kenny Loggin and began to wonder if maybe, somewhere out there at that exact moment, Sara was looking at the same moon too.
Character/Pairing: Sara, Michael
Rating: PG
Summary: While peering at the moon...
Same Moon
Behind the drifting white, lacy curtains, Sara could see the moon floating in the night air. It was completely full and appeared closer than physically possible. From bed, it seemed like she could reach out and pluck it from its place beyond the brightly coloured stars.
She shifted uncomfortably in her plush bed, thick with the heaviest blankets in her possession. Her pillow slipped out from under her head and fell softly onto the floor, directly in front of the window. Sitting up and steadying herself with one arm, she brushed the red hair from her face. She felt a little groggy from the lack of sleep - only six hours in the past three days. Her father had told her that maybe it was the pain of getting morphine in her system again; she thought it was something else.
Carefully, she repositioned herself at the edge of the bed and stared out at the moon with dazed eyes. Forgiveness was the only thing in the entire world she needed that came before sleep, but unfortunately sleep would come a lot simpler than the former. And of course one was caused by the other, so she doubted there would be any rest tonight.
Tears fought to stream down her cheeks, only she would not let them. If she cried whenever the urge came, she would never stop. There was plenty to weep over - not only did the man she thought she loved deceive her trust, but everything she worked so hard to build over again fell apart because of it. Her life - it was broken once again and she no longer had the willpower to put it all back together.
The moon began to quaver in her eyes as the water started to pour out. Nothing had ever hurt so badly before, not even her mother's death. Not because she did not care, but because she was now feeling that and the full force of everything that had happened within the past month. She hated what she felt, and to her dismay, she knew deep in her heart that there was only one person who could comfort her and take the pain away. And they may as well be years apart, with nothing in the world connecting them at that second.
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Moonlight poured in from the open window before him, lighting up the room almost as well as the lamp beside him could do had he turned it on. Michael stared out at the perfectly circular glow and thought about her.
He let her down. She had believed only he and Lincoln were being let out when she left that door unlocked. But she was letting out a lot more. He could not decipher if it was the guilt persuading him or not, but he kept telling himself over and over that he hadn't lied to her. No, the definition is to say something that is not true in a conscious effort to deceive somebody. He had only failed to tell her everything. He hadn’t lied.
Of course, she would not see it that way. To be honest, he should not either. He talked her into letting out two convicted murderers, one whom even killed hours after escaping. And to her kind and good-natured being, she probably blamed it on herself.
With ease, Michael lifted himself from the small desk and approached the open window, placing both hands on the sill. A gentle breeze brushed over his face, whistling over the trees and grass outside. The softness of the moment reminded him of Sara's innocence, how she used to smile curtly at him before rushing to leave him once again. He could recall only precious few times he was able to exit before her.
Gazing once again at the moon, a chill cascaded down his body, finally coming to rest at the back of his neck. He refrained from moving, however, keeping his eyes trained on the luminous object in the sky before him. At that moment, he was reminded of a song by Kenny Loggin and began to wonder if maybe, somewhere out there at that exact moment, Sara was looking at the same moon too.