Cherry Vanilla 17: Prince Charming
Title: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
Author: Zombz
Rating: PG
Story: Hoppers
Notes: Companion piece to the one I posted a little earlier (Fish Out of Water). Malt from that long ago twister challenge: salt in the wound
“I can’t do this.”
Her mouth stopped moving. She wasn’t even sure what she had been saying. It just seemed like she was talking for the sake of talking. Talking just so that there wouldn’t be any chance of silence.
He sat there, barely across the room from her, slumped slightly in a chair and staring blankly at her. He had been for as long as she had been at him. She had been talking while he hadn’t said a word. Until those three. Horrible three. She had suspected them. Just like she had suspected he was a soldier the night they met. She was good about things like that. Right now it didn’t feel so much like a gift. He reached up and loosened the tie that was around his neck. It was only until he moved that she realizes she doesn’t think she could if she tried. The loosened tie should disturb the outfit that had been picked out especially for the
funeral but it doesn’t.
It’s like just another uniform on him.
Everything was just another uniform on him. She noticed this a while ago. Even casual wear is like a uniform. A uniform for being casual. She wondered if perhaps she did this herself. She knew he was a soldier and wore a uniform and therefore made all outfits the ilk. She didn’t think so. He just wore everything in a certain way. It was hard to explain and impossible to understand.
But her mind was merely reeling and grasping onto the most random of thoughts for support.
She should be yelling, furious curses at him. It was his fault after all. Everything that happened was his fault.
She should be telling him to stay. She loved him after all. Everything had been so much better since he came.
She should be doing anything but what she was doing. Just standing and watching him go. Silent. Unmoving.
A darker part of her laughed at her as she tried to cope with the feeling of what was left of her heart simply shattering. It had already been so brittle. It had taken so little. What could she have really thought was going to happen? He was never going to rescue her or whisk her off on a white stallion. Murderers could never be Prince Charmings.
Author: Zombz
Rating: PG
Story: Hoppers
Notes: Companion piece to the one I posted a little earlier (Fish Out of Water). Malt from that long ago twister challenge: salt in the wound
“I can’t do this.”
Her mouth stopped moving. She wasn’t even sure what she had been saying. It just seemed like she was talking for the sake of talking. Talking just so that there wouldn’t be any chance of silence.
He sat there, barely across the room from her, slumped slightly in a chair and staring blankly at her. He had been for as long as she had been at him. She had been talking while he hadn’t said a word. Until those three. Horrible three. She had suspected them. Just like she had suspected he was a soldier the night they met. She was good about things like that. Right now it didn’t feel so much like a gift. He reached up and loosened the tie that was around his neck. It was only until he moved that she realizes she doesn’t think she could if she tried. The loosened tie should disturb the outfit that had been picked out especially for the
funeral but it doesn’t.
It’s like just another uniform on him.
Everything was just another uniform on him. She noticed this a while ago. Even casual wear is like a uniform. A uniform for being casual. She wondered if perhaps she did this herself. She knew he was a soldier and wore a uniform and therefore made all outfits the ilk. She didn’t think so. He just wore everything in a certain way. It was hard to explain and impossible to understand.
But her mind was merely reeling and grasping onto the most random of thoughts for support.
She should be yelling, furious curses at him. It was his fault after all. Everything that happened was his fault.
She should be telling him to stay. She loved him after all. Everything had been so much better since he came.
She should be doing anything but what she was doing. Just standing and watching him go. Silent. Unmoving.
A darker part of her laughed at her as she tried to cope with the feeling of what was left of her heart simply shattering. It had already been so brittle. It had taken so little. What could she have really thought was going to happen? He was never going to rescue her or whisk her off on a white stallion. Murderers could never be Prince Charmings.