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Title: September, Come Take This Heart Away
Author: haitoku
Series: Death Note
Word Count: 132
Rating: g
Spoilers: 58+
Challenge: Seasons
x-posted to deathnote_fics
I had written this prior to actually viewing the challenge for this week, so it only loosly fits the theme. I hope it's acceptable. x_x;;
The first time was different. His hands had been white-knuckled, stained with ink, and had impressed dark streaks into the fabric of his sheets. He had never held something so tightly, forming a cocoon of warmth that never reached him. Months passed. Spring turned to summer turned to fall turned to winter turned to spring, and he didn’t try to make that cocoon again. He thought, ‘Surely, by now, any person’s heart would be long dead.’ He thought, ‘Surely, by now I’ve changed.’
This time was different. There was no ink to stain the sheets. There was nothing to help him remember. He did not have a photograph to tape to the mirror. And all he could think, hand pressed to his chest inside the cocoon, was, ‘Please take this heart away.’
Author: haitoku
Series: Death Note
Word Count: 132
Rating: g
Spoilers: 58+
Challenge: Seasons
x-posted to deathnote_fics
I had written this prior to actually viewing the challenge for this week, so it only loosly fits the theme. I hope it's acceptable. x_x;;
The first time was different. His hands had been white-knuckled, stained with ink, and had impressed dark streaks into the fabric of his sheets. He had never held something so tightly, forming a cocoon of warmth that never reached him. Months passed. Spring turned to summer turned to fall turned to winter turned to spring, and he didn’t try to make that cocoon again. He thought, ‘Surely, by now, any person’s heart would be long dead.’ He thought, ‘Surely, by now I’ve changed.’
This time was different. There was no ink to stain the sheets. There was nothing to help him remember. He did not have a photograph to tape to the mirror. And all he could think, hand pressed to his chest inside the cocoon, was, ‘Please take this heart away.’