real Person: ricky Martin
Title: Inside Out
Fandom: real person: ricky martin
Pairing: Ricky/ Not Specified
Prompt: 071 - broken
Word Count: 185
Rating: G
Author's Notes: darkseaglass asked for fic based on this picture:
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He closed the door to the small, windowless room, braced himself in the corner and slid down the wall. This was it, it was over. Everything he’d been trying so hard to gain was gone.
He tucked his feet up and wrapped his arms around them, hugging them tight, and tipped his head down, forehead to knees. One breath at a time, he forced himself to breath slowly. His stomach was twisted around itself and he forced himself to keep its contents down. He held onto his knees tightly, squeezed his eyes closed even more tightly and willed himself not to think, if only for a short time.
Eventually, he slept. His sleep was filled with random images and strange dreams influenced by the day’s events. The soft creak of the door as it swung on its hinges eventually woke him.
He lifted his head, stared at the figure in the doorway. Watched as the other man crossed the small space and crouched next to him. Surrendered when strong arms wrapped around him and held him close. Hiccuped as the tears finally started to come.
Fandom: real person: ricky martin
Pairing: Ricky/ Not Specified
Prompt: 071 - broken
Word Count: 185
Rating: G
Author's Notes: darkseaglass asked for fic based on this picture:
***
He closed the door to the small, windowless room, braced himself in the corner and slid down the wall. This was it, it was over. Everything he’d been trying so hard to gain was gone.
He tucked his feet up and wrapped his arms around them, hugging them tight, and tipped his head down, forehead to knees. One breath at a time, he forced himself to breath slowly. His stomach was twisted around itself and he forced himself to keep its contents down. He held onto his knees tightly, squeezed his eyes closed even more tightly and willed himself not to think, if only for a short time.
Eventually, he slept. His sleep was filled with random images and strange dreams influenced by the day’s events. The soft creak of the door as it swung on its hinges eventually woke him.
He lifted his head, stared at the figure in the doorway. Watched as the other man crossed the small space and crouched next to him. Surrendered when strong arms wrapped around him and held him close. Hiccuped as the tears finally started to come.