Brothers & Sisters - Untitled
My good fairy is having a rough time. This started as a comment fic, and ended up as something else.
Kevin/Jason | Hurt/Comfort | G | 677 words
I'm rusty in writing them, and did it in 30 minutes so don't expect much.
For pinkfairy727 Feel better soon, sweetie :)
Jason closed the door behind him, his hands still shaking. He glanced one last time at the woman lying listless. How could life go so fast and easily? She had fought. Alone. For almost two years. Now she had lost the battle. There was something incredibly random about who had to live and continue their path on earth, and who was offered one more day, one more week, one more month, one more chance to... live.
A force of nature, she had made him promise to celebrate. Celebrate her life instead of dwell on what her life could have been, what she could have had.
His mind clouded with sadness, Jason went back to church. He stayed in the dark the entire afternoon trying to make sense of such a senseless death. He didn't feel his stomach grumbled at lunchtime, nor did he hear the phone ring three times in the afternoon. He tried to chase away the nagging idea that this was unfair, even though all life meant the same before the eyes of the Lord, he couldn't refrain from thinking her life meant more than some ungodly people.
He felt sick in his stomach and angry, and despite his best effort, he couldn't let go of the tears he knew needed to run. When his reason finally made him get a grip, bringing him out of his torpor, he left his office. An elderly woman sat in the last row, her dog on her lap, and though this was forbidden, he just passed by, without saying a word. He continued walking, and stopped in front of the altar. He kneeled and stayed there as though waiting for his punishment, paralyzed by a sentiment he couldn't identify. Sadness, anger, frustration? Not really, no. Ghosts from the past. She reminded him of his mother. He didn't shed a tear when she passed away. He officiated, acted professionally. Everything was resurfacing now: her sudden death, Robert's absence, his family's reaction, and the loneliness he felt when she was gone. Who cared? Didn't they see his sorrow, his need of closure, of consideration?
The woman on the last row was long gone, scared away by the loud sobs of the young man kneeled on the aisle. She didn't know who he was, what had brought him here. In the broken silence of the church, only the tears and cries of the minister resonated.
Jason didn't care, imprisoned in the eye of his emotional storm. When he felt a hand on his shoulder and someone's arms guiding him on a bench. He recognized Kevin's after-shave, and the redness of his lips, the blueness of his eyes - colorful little dots, the only features his watery eyes could make out and recognize.
Kevin wore a compassionate smile and chose not to speak. He held something in his hands. Two tapers. They walked together and lit them. The flames danced before their eyes. Jason didn’t let go of Kevin’s hand, absorbing the comfort, relishing in the solace.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Kevin remained silent, squeezing Jason’s hand a little tighter.
A glance toward the exit, and Jason realized night had fallen over the city. He’d been locked away in his church all day long, and had yet to find answers to the questions still whole in his heart. When he looked back at Kevin, he remembered the dinner they had planned at San Estephe, a restaurant a colleague from Kevin’s work had recommended. They had reservations. They had time to make it.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Kevin followed him right away, even without knowing their destination.
“Let’s go. We need to celebrate.”
It was an evening of celebrations, Kevin and Jason’s first month as a couple which, considering their start was a milestone they didn’t want to miss, and the ordinary life of a woman who had been nothing but extraordinary. She'd lived every minute of her life as a celebration.
From that day onward, Jason decided that everyday he would take a minute to celebrate the treasures that made life worth living.
The End
Kevin/Jason | Hurt/Comfort | G | 677 words
I'm rusty in writing them, and did it in 30 minutes so don't expect much.
For pinkfairy727 Feel better soon, sweetie :)
Jason closed the door behind him, his hands still shaking. He glanced one last time at the woman lying listless. How could life go so fast and easily? She had fought. Alone. For almost two years. Now she had lost the battle. There was something incredibly random about who had to live and continue their path on earth, and who was offered one more day, one more week, one more month, one more chance to... live.
A force of nature, she had made him promise to celebrate. Celebrate her life instead of dwell on what her life could have been, what she could have had.
His mind clouded with sadness, Jason went back to church. He stayed in the dark the entire afternoon trying to make sense of such a senseless death. He didn't feel his stomach grumbled at lunchtime, nor did he hear the phone ring three times in the afternoon. He tried to chase away the nagging idea that this was unfair, even though all life meant the same before the eyes of the Lord, he couldn't refrain from thinking her life meant more than some ungodly people.
He felt sick in his stomach and angry, and despite his best effort, he couldn't let go of the tears he knew needed to run. When his reason finally made him get a grip, bringing him out of his torpor, he left his office. An elderly woman sat in the last row, her dog on her lap, and though this was forbidden, he just passed by, without saying a word. He continued walking, and stopped in front of the altar. He kneeled and stayed there as though waiting for his punishment, paralyzed by a sentiment he couldn't identify. Sadness, anger, frustration? Not really, no. Ghosts from the past. She reminded him of his mother. He didn't shed a tear when she passed away. He officiated, acted professionally. Everything was resurfacing now: her sudden death, Robert's absence, his family's reaction, and the loneliness he felt when she was gone. Who cared? Didn't they see his sorrow, his need of closure, of consideration?
The woman on the last row was long gone, scared away by the loud sobs of the young man kneeled on the aisle. She didn't know who he was, what had brought him here. In the broken silence of the church, only the tears and cries of the minister resonated.
Jason didn't care, imprisoned in the eye of his emotional storm. When he felt a hand on his shoulder and someone's arms guiding him on a bench. He recognized Kevin's after-shave, and the redness of his lips, the blueness of his eyes - colorful little dots, the only features his watery eyes could make out and recognize.
Kevin wore a compassionate smile and chose not to speak. He held something in his hands. Two tapers. They walked together and lit them. The flames danced before their eyes. Jason didn’t let go of Kevin’s hand, absorbing the comfort, relishing in the solace.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Kevin remained silent, squeezing Jason’s hand a little tighter.
A glance toward the exit, and Jason realized night had fallen over the city. He’d been locked away in his church all day long, and had yet to find answers to the questions still whole in his heart. When he looked back at Kevin, he remembered the dinner they had planned at San Estephe, a restaurant a colleague from Kevin’s work had recommended. They had reservations. They had time to make it.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Kevin followed him right away, even without knowing their destination.
“Let’s go. We need to celebrate.”
It was an evening of celebrations, Kevin and Jason’s first month as a couple which, considering their start was a milestone they didn’t want to miss, and the ordinary life of a woman who had been nothing but extraordinary. She'd lived every minute of her life as a celebration.
From that day onward, Jason decided that everyday he would take a minute to celebrate the treasures that made life worth living.
The End