Another drabble
Hey everyone! So, I figured, since all my drabbles so far have been humorous, I should try writing a serious one. Here's what came out.
Title: How To Cope
Author: Me! Reirei
Rating: G I suppose. Just sad.
Pairing: OTP
Disclaimer: I KNOW this hasn't happened, and I pray to the powers that be that it never does!
Notes: Deathfic. Don't really know why I insisted on killing my OTP, but I guess I'm just challenging myself as a writer.....or something....
I cried. I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe, didn't want to breathe. I half hoped I would just die with Billie's comforting arms around me. Because no matter what way I looked at it, life had no meaning without Mike.
They found them. They found those homophobic little cocksuckers that did this to him, but it won't make a difference. He's gone, not only in spirit, but in appearance. His once amazingly handsome, lean face was beaten past recognition, the tips of his long fingers tinged a clammy shade of blue, the tattoos on his chest marred by a bloody gunshot wound. I just couldn't look anymore, so I turned around and retched onto the sidewalk behind me.
They tell me the grief will pass. Billie holds me once again, kissing my hair as I cry and dry heave into his shoulder, and I feel that even he doesn't understand. No one does.
So that's why I'm doing this, Mikey. That's why I'm putting this cold metal barrel to my temple.
Because, Michael Ryan Pritchard.....
I love you.
Title: How To Cope
Author: Me! Reirei
Rating: G I suppose. Just sad.
Pairing: OTP
Disclaimer: I KNOW this hasn't happened, and I pray to the powers that be that it never does!
Notes: Deathfic. Don't really know why I insisted on killing my OTP, but I guess I'm just challenging myself as a writer.....or something....
I cried. I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe, didn't want to breathe. I half hoped I would just die with Billie's comforting arms around me. Because no matter what way I looked at it, life had no meaning without Mike.
They found them. They found those homophobic little cocksuckers that did this to him, but it won't make a difference. He's gone, not only in spirit, but in appearance. His once amazingly handsome, lean face was beaten past recognition, the tips of his long fingers tinged a clammy shade of blue, the tattoos on his chest marred by a bloody gunshot wound. I just couldn't look anymore, so I turned around and retched onto the sidewalk behind me.
They tell me the grief will pass. Billie holds me once again, kissing my hair as I cry and dry heave into his shoulder, and I feel that even he doesn't understand. No one does.
So that's why I'm doing this, Mikey. That's why I'm putting this cold metal barrel to my temple.
Because, Michael Ryan Pritchard.....
I love you.