Fic: Because, It's A Lot Like Falling Down
All is quiet on the curb front.
You’re washed out in red with lips that taste like salted butter, and maybe pennies or something, and one two three four it’s over just like that-
Just like that.
A day late and a day too soon, or something like that?
A crescendo, up and up and up, almost like that one song you’d done, and oh the irony that it is the last day in your life…
In the triple forte you open your eyes and get lost in his for just a moment, for the last time.
And then…
Light.