4 seasons drabbles
Author: Me
xxaustindxx
Paring: P/D
Chapter: 4 drabbles
Summary; David through the seasons
A/N: This is my entry for the four seasons contest thing
Winter:
It's snowing, Pierre. There is ice all over the roads and the driveway is packed with hard, rocky snow. It's freezing. I'm so cold I can't even feel my fingers. But that's nothing compared to the way my heart is feeling right now. Remember last Christmas? I got lost on our walk and cried until you found me. You promised to never leave me alone in the snow. I thought you loved me. No, you said you loved me forever, even past the end of time. Now I know you were lying. I can't look at you anymore. It hurts so much. I knew this would happen, I just didn't want to believe it. I think I'm going to move on, forget you and go on with my life. I hope you're satisfied.
Spring:
The flowers are blooming, Pierre. It's beautiful. It rained today. It hasn't rained since last winter, when you left. Everything is flourishing. The yellow and white flowers blend so well under that big Maple tree we used to sit under. I remember you liked that one right outside the window the most. You remember, the red one with the heart shaped petal you gave me on our third anniversary. It makes me sad to look at it without your arm around me shoulders. I haven't gotten around to digging it up yet. I'm not sure I even want to. It's our past, and I know it won't bring you back, but it reminds me that there used to be a me and you. No, I'll keep it. It really is a beautiful flower.
Summer:
It's so hot outside, Pierre. I feel like I'm melting. The plants all died because there is a water ban. Montreal reached the all-time high today...The air-conditioner broke in my house, and the company is so overbooked they can't come out until next week to fix it. I'm laying in the back seat of my car, wasting gas just to stay cool. Remember when we were on tour and the bus broke down in the middle of the desert? There was nothing around for miles, and Joe lost the keys. We were all melting then, dying of heat exhaustion, but you still held me in your arms, even when I yelled at you for touching me. Oh how I wish I had that moment back; to be cuddled with you in the back seat, just to have you touch my face. I think I might miss that the most.
Fall:
The leaves are beautiful, Pierre. Everything is covered in the falling leaves. I almost want to go jump in the leaf pile with the neighbor kids. Remember how we used to talk long walks to the park and just sit on the bench in the middle of all that color? I tried taking a walk by myself today, but I couldn't do it. It's just not the same without you next to me, holding my hand, kissing my cheek. I feel so alone inside. My heart hasn't changed since last winter: It's cold and not ready to forget you. I miss you. I want to see you again. I went to the cemetery yesterday and sat by your grave for almost three hours. I know you didn't have a choice when you left...but did it have to be so sudden, so soon? You promised you'd never die...and I promised I'd never take my own life. I guess that makes us both liars. I hope you're happy wherever you are. I think it's almost time for us to meet again. Do you remember your second promise: To wait for me at the gates? I'll see you soon. I love you.