Because I should right a goodbye from his side. ;;halfhuman_heroNovember 10 2011, 12:16:30 UTC
For once, Doyle is happy. It’s taken him a long while, but he got there in the end. It was never easy for him. But she helped him accept himself. There will always be a small part of his mind that won’t be able to, but he’s very much where he should and wants to be.
He’s doing normal things: drinking matches with Buffy, going to the cinema with Dora. He’s enjoying his life for the first time in perhaps a long time. There’s no more guilt, no more running. Things are good.
Seeing Dora off with a brief kiss as she heads inside the shop, he quickly lights up a cigarette. Enjoying the taste of fire on his tongue, he looks out to the winter sky. And then out of nowhere, he hears a voice call out his name. He stops for a moment and frowns.
“Dora?” he replies, but then quickly realises she’s inside. It mustn’t have been her.
He looks about, trying to find the owner. It’s familiar in a way, a voice from long ago that he can’t quite put his finger on. It calls to him again in a soft whisper and his frown deepens, “Who’s there?”
Exhaling smoke, Doyle looks about once more. Where is it coming from? The voice whispers again and for some strange reason, he feels calm. He’s not scared of the voice, nor is he not scared of what’s going on. Being immortal seems to take away that fear, of what could happen to him. He’s accepted life and death as part of who he is. He’ll always live, but in his heart - he knows there’ll be one point where he has to go. It’s only a matter of time of when.
“Is that it?” he asks the air.
He doesn’t want to leave, not yet. He’s only just getting things back on track. He has Dora, he’s got Buffy and David. But he feels that perhaps he has to.
The voice calls his name one last time.
"Am I done?" he murmurs.
There is no time. He's sad for that. Doyle takes a step forward, uncertain but unafraid.
And in a half-second, he’s gone.
In this new world, he’s greeted by someone who should have been there a long time ago. He is sad to go, but not everyone can be granted the chance of life once more like he can. He was given a second chance of happiness, and he'd found it. An extra year - he's been lucky. It's had it's downs, but it's most certainly had it's ups. Dora is proof of that.
He accepts his end and in the last fleeting moments of life, he feels truly content with himself. No more worry over his demon half. No more fear of the ones he cares about. He’ll miss them all, but he knows in his heart they’ll be alright; people in Chicago bond together in ways that cannot be explained.
He greets death with a small, boyish smile and fades.
He’s doing normal things: drinking matches with Buffy, going to the cinema with Dora. He’s enjoying his life for the first time in perhaps a long time. There’s no more guilt, no more running. Things are good.
Seeing Dora off with a brief kiss as she heads inside the shop, he quickly lights up a cigarette. Enjoying the taste of fire on his tongue, he looks out to the winter sky. And then out of nowhere, he hears a voice call out his name. He stops for a moment and frowns.
“Dora?” he replies, but then quickly realises she’s inside. It mustn’t have been her.
He looks about, trying to find the owner. It’s familiar in a way, a voice from long ago that he can’t quite put his finger on. It calls to him again in a soft whisper and his frown deepens, “Who’s there?”
Exhaling smoke, Doyle looks about once more. Where is it coming from? The voice whispers again and for some strange reason, he feels calm. He’s not scared of the voice, nor is he not scared of what’s going on. Being immortal seems to take away that fear, of what could happen to him. He’s accepted life and death as part of who he is. He’ll always live, but in his heart - he knows there’ll be one point where he has to go. It’s only a matter of time of when.
“Is that it?” he asks the air.
He doesn’t want to leave, not yet. He’s only just getting things back on track. He has Dora, he’s got Buffy and David. But he feels that perhaps he has to.
The voice calls his name one last time.
"Am I done?" he murmurs.
There is no time. He's sad for that. Doyle takes a step forward, uncertain but unafraid.
And in a half-second, he’s gone.
In this new world, he’s greeted by someone who should have been there a long time ago. He is sad to go, but not everyone can be granted the chance of life once more like he can. He was given a second chance of happiness, and he'd found it. An extra year - he's been lucky. It's had it's downs, but it's most certainly had it's ups. Dora is proof of that.
He accepts his end and in the last fleeting moments of life, he feels truly content with himself. No more worry over his demon half. No more fear of the ones he cares about. He’ll miss them all, but he knows in his heart they’ll be alright; people in Chicago bond together in ways that cannot be explained.
He greets death with a small, boyish smile and fades.
And then, he is no more.
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