Fanfic: Lessons of Life
*fidgets* Hey guys, resident lurker here! So after about 30hrs without sleep, an 'Imagine your OTP' prompt came up on my Tumblr wall, and my sleep deprived mind decided to torture me for keeping it awake so long. Was told I should toss it up here so... *tosses and runs*.
The prompt was: Imagine person A dying suddenly and Person B continuing to make them a cup of coffee every morning, even though they know it will go cold.
Title: Lessons of Life
Author: Silvergodfangrl
Rating: G? (hell even Disney pulls off character death with a 'G')
Word Count: 247 (just a teenie drabble)
Summary: *points to prompt*
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
No matter how many times the lonely fish says it to himself, it never makes it true… never stops the pain of reality. He goes along with his daily routine, the monotony the only thing saving him from his own mind. If he does everything just so, then maybe he can see what went wrong that day. What made that day so different from the rest.
As he follows the well-worn path in the cement floor, he goes over it in his poor, rattled head: the alarm goes off, the hero rushes to save the day, and he makes it back in time for his morning cup of coffee. Only this time, the coffee grows cold and is soon forgotten in lieu of more pressing matters. Yet after nearly a year, nothing. No hints at what was to come, no clues that could have tipped them off so that things may have ended differently.
Did it really matter? At the end of the day, he is still a Minion without his Sir, and his boss’s favorite mug sits where its placed every morning in front of the leather chair, its warmth as much a memory as it’s master.
And when the day draws to a close, and the cup is washed clean, he thinks to himself, How ironic, the one lesson he never learned as a villain would be his downfall as a hero.
That sometimes, the bad guy wins.
The prompt was: Imagine person A dying suddenly and Person B continuing to make them a cup of coffee every morning, even though they know it will go cold.
Title: Lessons of Life
Author: Silvergodfangrl
Rating: G? (hell even Disney pulls off character death with a 'G')
Word Count: 247 (just a teenie drabble)
Summary: *points to prompt*
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
No matter how many times the lonely fish says it to himself, it never makes it true… never stops the pain of reality. He goes along with his daily routine, the monotony the only thing saving him from his own mind. If he does everything just so, then maybe he can see what went wrong that day. What made that day so different from the rest.
As he follows the well-worn path in the cement floor, he goes over it in his poor, rattled head: the alarm goes off, the hero rushes to save the day, and he makes it back in time for his morning cup of coffee. Only this time, the coffee grows cold and is soon forgotten in lieu of more pressing matters. Yet after nearly a year, nothing. No hints at what was to come, no clues that could have tipped them off so that things may have ended differently.
Did it really matter? At the end of the day, he is still a Minion without his Sir, and his boss’s favorite mug sits where its placed every morning in front of the leather chair, its warmth as much a memory as it’s master.
And when the day draws to a close, and the cup is washed clean, he thinks to himself, How ironic, the one lesson he never learned as a villain would be his downfall as a hero.
That sometimes, the bad guy wins.