Follow-up drabble
A short follow-up to Markers.
Beware the angst.
When Illyria told them, he heard it, but he knew it wasn’t true. He felt his hand move toward the mark - Wesley’s mark - but he didn’t let his hand go any further. He had to keep everyone together. He would find Wes when this was over. He couldn’t be dead. The mark was still there.
He knelt next to Wesley.
“You’re not gone.”
He pulled both of their hands to his chest, rubbing the back of Wes’s hand across the mark. “Still here.”
He felt the tears trail down his cheeks.
“It didn’t fade. It’s still here. You can’t be gone. It’s still here.”
Beware the angst.
When Illyria told them, he heard it, but he knew it wasn’t true. He felt his hand move toward the mark - Wesley’s mark - but he didn’t let his hand go any further. He had to keep everyone together. He would find Wes when this was over. He couldn’t be dead. The mark was still there.
He knelt next to Wesley.
“You’re not gone.”
He pulled both of their hands to his chest, rubbing the back of Wes’s hand across the mark. “Still here.”
He felt the tears trail down his cheeks.
“It didn’t fade. It’s still here. You can’t be gone. It’s still here.”