Christopher Reeve/Gwyneth Paltrow, PG
Sad/angsty warning.
Word count: 303
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It wouldn't be as hard if I didn't see his picture everywhere.
"Death Of A Hero."
Sometimes it's more blatant. "Death Of Superman."
The pictures too. So different. The young, handsome guy who won the hearts of so many, myself included.
And the brave, wonderful, amazing man after the accident.
Different and the same.
The man I knew.
The man who held me after my first love was killed.
The man I loved.
Oh, I could never say anything. He was with Dana. He loved her.
I...well, I looked elsewhere. It was no use pining after someone I could never have. Especially after the accident. I'm not sorry Dana stood by him. It helped me reconcile my feelings.
I tried with other men. Brad. Ben. Chris. He's Chris. I can't call him Christopher, ever. That name belongs to one person. Always.
I'd visit Christopher when I could. Sent money to his foundation. Held fundraisers. Tried to be a good part of his life. A good friend. Even if I never stopped loving him, deep down, I could use that in a good way. Help him any way I could.
And now, he's dead. And every time I come across a magazine with his picture on it, I cry. I cry for the man who was cut down in his prime. For the man I could have loved in a different way if life had been different. For my friend, who I had too little time with.
The world mourns. I'm just another person in it, feeling things many others are.
I'm lucky, I had more than many people who are mourning him now ever did.
But I still get a tear in my eye when I think of him.
There'll always be a part of my heart that belongs to him.
My Christopher.
FINIS
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Word count: 303
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It wouldn't be as hard if I didn't see his picture everywhere.
"Death Of A Hero."
Sometimes it's more blatant. "Death Of Superman."
The pictures too. So different. The young, handsome guy who won the hearts of so many, myself included.
And the brave, wonderful, amazing man after the accident.
Different and the same.
The man I knew.
The man who held me after my first love was killed.
The man I loved.
Oh, I could never say anything. He was with Dana. He loved her.
I...well, I looked elsewhere. It was no use pining after someone I could never have. Especially after the accident. I'm not sorry Dana stood by him. It helped me reconcile my feelings.
I tried with other men. Brad. Ben. Chris. He's Chris. I can't call him Christopher, ever. That name belongs to one person. Always.
I'd visit Christopher when I could. Sent money to his foundation. Held fundraisers. Tried to be a good part of his life. A good friend. Even if I never stopped loving him, deep down, I could use that in a good way. Help him any way I could.
And now, he's dead. And every time I come across a magazine with his picture on it, I cry. I cry for the man who was cut down in his prime. For the man I could have loved in a different way if life had been different. For my friend, who I had too little time with.
The world mourns. I'm just another person in it, feeling things many others are.
I'm lucky, I had more than many people who are mourning him now ever did.
But I still get a tear in my eye when I think of him.
There'll always be a part of my heart that belongs to him.
My Christopher.
FINIS
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