Challenge #44: Pass It On Nick/Juliette, grief - Shards
Shards
The shards of the future lay before Nick, their edges glistening so deeply red they shaded near to black. Nick felt a swelling tide build in his chest. Never before had he felt so much in a Grimm fairy-tale as now.
The tide crested, spilling forth. Tears flowed as he remembered cradling Juliette. Hate and despair. Could he have done more to save Juliette? Guilt gnawed at Nick for she had come to this partly due to him: by concealing the truth from her, Juliette had chased a desperate road…if he had told her earlier…no.
Nick breathed through the tide, quelling the flood. He bore some guilt, but Juliette’s personality had fractured like glass, leaving shards of their past, present and now a broken future. He had offered help but she had refused it. The guilt was both of theirs, the grief was his alone.
Stroking a lock of black hair, Nick loved her still and while her blood stained the shattered fragments of their life together, he would gather those shards and remember the bad and the good. Now however, he would grieve.
Next
Icon --> Farley Kolt, colour (not sure if I got this right as icon techniques are confusing to me!)
Drabble --> Nick & Monroe, You’re pregnant?!?, crack/humour
The shards of the future lay before Nick, their edges glistening so deeply red they shaded near to black. Nick felt a swelling tide build in his chest. Never before had he felt so much in a Grimm fairy-tale as now.
The tide crested, spilling forth. Tears flowed as he remembered cradling Juliette. Hate and despair. Could he have done more to save Juliette? Guilt gnawed at Nick for she had come to this partly due to him: by concealing the truth from her, Juliette had chased a desperate road…if he had told her earlier…no.
Nick breathed through the tide, quelling the flood. He bore some guilt, but Juliette’s personality had fractured like glass, leaving shards of their past, present and now a broken future. He had offered help but she had refused it. The guilt was both of theirs, the grief was his alone.
Stroking a lock of black hair, Nick loved her still and while her blood stained the shattered fragments of their life together, he would gather those shards and remember the bad and the good. Now however, he would grieve.
Next
Icon --> Farley Kolt, colour (not sure if I got this right as icon techniques are confusing to me!)
Drabble --> Nick & Monroe, You’re pregnant?!?, crack/humour