Requiem for Amanda
Title: Requiem for Amanda
Summary: He wasn't supposed to know he lost her.
Fandom: Other.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Pairing: Unspecified.
A/N: The other half of one of my favorite RP relationships abandoned it recently. In-character, my puppet never had any idea, but that just didn't seem right.
He'd forget all about it soon enough. Theoretically, he'd never even know. His conscience would just shift in the background and suddenly he'd be single, never met the girl, never loved her, never married her, never made love to her, never asked her to bear his children.
But it didn't seem right, just to take it all away like that. Humane, yes, but the kindest things aren't always the best. So much time and so much love poured into one place, one woman, one union. It deserved to be remembered.
So I let him mourn.
I could see him, standing in their empty bedroom, his fingers tracing across their wedding photos in the polished silver frames. The silver guitar picks with their initials, gifts from dear friends. The ID bracelet he'd never taken off after she gave it to him, their names and a promise of love etched into metal for eternity to keep.
He didn't have a reason or an explanation. None of that would matter. By the time he got through the pain it would all be forgotten. There was already another in his future whose name he'd never even heard. But he didn't know any of this. He didn't need to. All he knew was the loss; all he knew was that she was gone.
I watched his eyes fall close, struggling as he always did to hold back the tears. His whole life has consisted of being strong for others, and he knows damn well how to be strong for himself, in these situations. But tonight, he couldn't. Tonight he crumbled, his slender body overtaken by violent sobs. He howled the likes of which I'd never heard before, clutching the side of the bed, his face buried in the pillow that still smelled like her shampoo and the soft powder-scented perfume she always wore, because she knew he loved it.
He pleaded with her, from afar, to return; he pleaded to whatever grand powers there might be to bring her back to him -- a twinge in my heart, knowing it was me he prayed to, and I couldn't even do him that justice. The sweet culmination of all his dreams, the justification of the hell he'd lived through in his short life... and now he was back to square one, a shaky-footed suburban cowboy abandoned in the Big City on the power of his sweet smile and his big voice, and not a single hand to hold whose counterpart wasn't in his pocket or aiming a knife at his ribs.
But it wasn't the loneliness that hurt. It was the loss. It was finally overcoming all of that, finally finding his place and his partner, only to watch it all slip away.
Soon the tears subsided; lying on the floor, helpless, weary, he drifted into sleep. When he woke, none of it ever would have happened. He'd meet a pretty blonde girl in a couple of days who would charm her way into his heart without even meaning to. Soon it would all be gone -- the nature of the game.
Summary: He wasn't supposed to know he lost her.
Fandom: Other.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Pairing: Unspecified.
A/N: The other half of one of my favorite RP relationships abandoned it recently. In-character, my puppet never had any idea, but that just didn't seem right.
He'd forget all about it soon enough. Theoretically, he'd never even know. His conscience would just shift in the background and suddenly he'd be single, never met the girl, never loved her, never married her, never made love to her, never asked her to bear his children.
But it didn't seem right, just to take it all away like that. Humane, yes, but the kindest things aren't always the best. So much time and so much love poured into one place, one woman, one union. It deserved to be remembered.
So I let him mourn.
I could see him, standing in their empty bedroom, his fingers tracing across their wedding photos in the polished silver frames. The silver guitar picks with their initials, gifts from dear friends. The ID bracelet he'd never taken off after she gave it to him, their names and a promise of love etched into metal for eternity to keep.
He didn't have a reason or an explanation. None of that would matter. By the time he got through the pain it would all be forgotten. There was already another in his future whose name he'd never even heard. But he didn't know any of this. He didn't need to. All he knew was the loss; all he knew was that she was gone.
I watched his eyes fall close, struggling as he always did to hold back the tears. His whole life has consisted of being strong for others, and he knows damn well how to be strong for himself, in these situations. But tonight, he couldn't. Tonight he crumbled, his slender body overtaken by violent sobs. He howled the likes of which I'd never heard before, clutching the side of the bed, his face buried in the pillow that still smelled like her shampoo and the soft powder-scented perfume she always wore, because she knew he loved it.
He pleaded with her, from afar, to return; he pleaded to whatever grand powers there might be to bring her back to him -- a twinge in my heart, knowing it was me he prayed to, and I couldn't even do him that justice. The sweet culmination of all his dreams, the justification of the hell he'd lived through in his short life... and now he was back to square one, a shaky-footed suburban cowboy abandoned in the Big City on the power of his sweet smile and his big voice, and not a single hand to hold whose counterpart wasn't in his pocket or aiming a knife at his ribs.
But it wasn't the loneliness that hurt. It was the loss. It was finally overcoming all of that, finally finding his place and his partner, only to watch it all slip away.
Soon the tears subsided; lying on the floor, helpless, weary, he drifted into sleep. When he woke, none of it ever would have happened. He'd meet a pretty blonde girl in a couple of days who would charm her way into his heart without even meaning to. Soon it would all be gone -- the nature of the game.