Ficlet - Constant (R) Primeval
series spoilers, hence the hiding of ficlet.
Life kept changing. It seemed as if history itself kept changing only no one knew it but him. He couldn’t make sense of things from one day to the next, sometimes. Monsters of all kinds popped up and not just the many-legged kind. There were also the two-legged variety. The kind that wore suits or uniforms and carried guns or wielded the power to reshape his pitiful existence.
There was really only one constant in his world and it was the gaping hole in his chest where love had been. The love he hadn’t ever acknowledged to the one person who’d needed to know, until it was far, far too late. Until just before fangs and claws ripped flesh from bone. He’d taken its presence for granted, as he had the man who’d engendered the feelings in the first place. It had been many years since he’d first realized that what he felt was love, many years of basking in its quiet, steady warmth.
All that time, wasted. Time that he couldn’t get back no matter how often he dabbled in the past. The death of one man turned out to be the most important, most devastating event in another’s. Nick stared at Stephen’s grave for a long time, not feeling the cold drizzle that soaked him through. He stood there for hours with his hand on the implacable headstone, the smooth surface chilling him further.
Some events couldn’t be changed. Some things were fixed. Constant.
Life kept changing. It seemed as if history itself kept changing only no one knew it but him. He couldn’t make sense of things from one day to the next, sometimes. Monsters of all kinds popped up and not just the many-legged kind. There were also the two-legged variety. The kind that wore suits or uniforms and carried guns or wielded the power to reshape his pitiful existence.
There was really only one constant in his world and it was the gaping hole in his chest where love had been. The love he hadn’t ever acknowledged to the one person who’d needed to know, until it was far, far too late. Until just before fangs and claws ripped flesh from bone. He’d taken its presence for granted, as he had the man who’d engendered the feelings in the first place. It had been many years since he’d first realized that what he felt was love, many years of basking in its quiet, steady warmth.
All that time, wasted. Time that he couldn’t get back no matter how often he dabbled in the past. The death of one man turned out to be the most important, most devastating event in another’s. Nick stared at Stephen’s grave for a long time, not feeling the cold drizzle that soaked him through. He stood there for hours with his hand on the implacable headstone, the smooth surface chilling him further.
Some events couldn’t be changed. Some things were fixed. Constant.