Rock Me Gently (1/?)
Helloooo, everyone! Those who may have read any of my writing WAY back will probably notice I only write one-shots. This is my first attempt at anything chaptered.
Also, if anyone would like to volunteer themselves as a beta-reader, that'd be really excellent. Any takers?
Title: Rock Me Gently
Rating: PG-13
Author: sunshine_kin
Summary: People cope in different ways. This is Justin's.
Warnings: major character death, ghosts
Comments: The title is from 911's song, "Rock Me Gently."
---Rock Me Gently---
Part 1: Only Heaven Knows
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
It was bound to happen. Reckless driving and drugs whilst under alcohol influence was never a good combination. Most may agree that Justin was lucky he hadn't decided to stay in the car, but The Family knew better.
On the sunny morning of the funeral, Justin stands in the front, eyes glazed and mouth turned down, an expression he often wears hence forward in public. He expects it to rain. To soak him through and through until the water seeps deep into his skin and his empty heart. It doesn't. The sun shines brightly that April morning, and Justin feels guilty the sun pours into his heart with warmth even though Brian was gone.
Justin looks at the grass under his feet. "Hey there, kiddo," a voice nearby begins. He glances at Deb's face without tilting his head up. "Hang in there, you'll live. You'll find some way to get through this." Justin nods mutely.
He has no idea how true those words would ring.
Across the way, Justin overhears a conversation.
"Have you seen Justin?" the first voice begins.
The second voice is concerned, "Oh yes, he looks broken. His pretty blue eyes have lost all the happiness he used to carry."
"It's expected, you know, when..." and the voice drops to a whisper, "they're mourning. I will say that Kinney was still a good fuck. He should be grateful he got more than one at all!"
Justin stops listening.
Rather, he remains frozen in position until he feels someone steering him towards the coffin. He resists, but eventually allows himself to be brought in front of Brian's beautiful form once more. For a minute, Brian just looks pale as if he had cancer again. But Justin knows better, and stares at Brian for a long time. He's wearing a beautiful black suit, as handsome as ever. Only, he's not alive anymore. Justin tears his gaze from Brian's lips as he feels the back of his eyes prickling. Quickly, he pushes his way through the crowd.
After taking a walk away from the tearful masses in black, Justin stands near a narrow stream with pink flowers jutting out from the pebbles at odd angles. The color, Justin notes, would be lovely in a painting he is working on.
A familiar arm wraps around his waist, Justin turns, but Brian stops him. "Close your eyes," he whispers serenely.
Justin's eyelids flutter closed and feels himself enveloped in Brian's scent and the tender kiss being placed on his forehead. He embraces the feeling, because he knows this dream will end suddenly and he will lose this chance with Brian forever. There are no other opportunities.
Eyes still tightly shut, Justin buries his face in the crook of Brian's neck and presses his lips gently whispering fond words Brian can barely distinguish from the murmur of ghosts. He knows "I love you" and "why" were muddled in multiple times, but the voice was enough to soothe him of his troubles.
"Don't open your eyes," Brian begins. "Promise you won't until I say so." Justin's head drops abruptly onto Brian's shoulder. Brian carefully unfolds himself from Justin and positions his chest against Justin's back. He takes his left hand and rests it on Justin's stomach. With his right, he calmly holds Justin's palm and brings his arm up towards the sky.
"Justin," he pauses for the nod. "Have you ever heard of Dorian Grey?"
Justin's eyes flash open and the sight of a vivid distant rainbow is overshadowed by the cold and lonely feeling of Brian's form blinking away into thin air.
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Also, if anyone would like to volunteer themselves as a beta-reader, that'd be really excellent. Any takers?
Title: Rock Me Gently
Rating: PG-13
Author: sunshine_kin
Summary: People cope in different ways. This is Justin's.
Warnings: major character death, ghosts
Comments: The title is from 911's song, "Rock Me Gently."
---Rock Me Gently---
Part 1: Only Heaven Knows
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
Goo Goo Dolls - Iris
It was bound to happen. Reckless driving and drugs whilst under alcohol influence was never a good combination. Most may agree that Justin was lucky he hadn't decided to stay in the car, but The Family knew better.
On the sunny morning of the funeral, Justin stands in the front, eyes glazed and mouth turned down, an expression he often wears hence forward in public. He expects it to rain. To soak him through and through until the water seeps deep into his skin and his empty heart. It doesn't. The sun shines brightly that April morning, and Justin feels guilty the sun pours into his heart with warmth even though Brian was gone.
Justin looks at the grass under his feet. "Hey there, kiddo," a voice nearby begins. He glances at Deb's face without tilting his head up. "Hang in there, you'll live. You'll find some way to get through this." Justin nods mutely.
He has no idea how true those words would ring.
Across the way, Justin overhears a conversation.
"Have you seen Justin?" the first voice begins.
The second voice is concerned, "Oh yes, he looks broken. His pretty blue eyes have lost all the happiness he used to carry."
"It's expected, you know, when..." and the voice drops to a whisper, "they're mourning. I will say that Kinney was still a good fuck. He should be grateful he got more than one at all!"
Justin stops listening.
Rather, he remains frozen in position until he feels someone steering him towards the coffin. He resists, but eventually allows himself to be brought in front of Brian's beautiful form once more. For a minute, Brian just looks pale as if he had cancer again. But Justin knows better, and stares at Brian for a long time. He's wearing a beautiful black suit, as handsome as ever. Only, he's not alive anymore. Justin tears his gaze from Brian's lips as he feels the back of his eyes prickling. Quickly, he pushes his way through the crowd.
After taking a walk away from the tearful masses in black, Justin stands near a narrow stream with pink flowers jutting out from the pebbles at odd angles. The color, Justin notes, would be lovely in a painting he is working on.
A familiar arm wraps around his waist, Justin turns, but Brian stops him. "Close your eyes," he whispers serenely.
Justin's eyelids flutter closed and feels himself enveloped in Brian's scent and the tender kiss being placed on his forehead. He embraces the feeling, because he knows this dream will end suddenly and he will lose this chance with Brian forever. There are no other opportunities.
Eyes still tightly shut, Justin buries his face in the crook of Brian's neck and presses his lips gently whispering fond words Brian can barely distinguish from the murmur of ghosts. He knows "I love you" and "why" were muddled in multiple times, but the voice was enough to soothe him of his troubles.
"Don't open your eyes," Brian begins. "Promise you won't until I say so." Justin's head drops abruptly onto Brian's shoulder. Brian carefully unfolds himself from Justin and positions his chest against Justin's back. He takes his left hand and rests it on Justin's stomach. With his right, he calmly holds Justin's palm and brings his arm up towards the sky.
"Justin," he pauses for the nod. "Have you ever heard of Dorian Grey?"
Justin's eyes flash open and the sight of a vivid distant rainbow is overshadowed by the cold and lonely feeling of Brian's form blinking away into thin air.
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