Falling Back
Genre & Rating: Canon drabble, dead!Jack.
Disclaimer: Jack and Ennis were created by the Great and Mighty Annie Proulx. I'm just the dude behind the yellow curtain working the lights and using the Big Voice microphone.
Summary: This is how Ennis copes with this time of year. I finally wrote a real drabble, only a hundred words. Sorry it's sad, had to get it out, though, because it was stopping me from doing other things. Unbeta'd.
Falling Back
He dreaded this night. This night, above all the others.
Sure, there are other nights that open up the wound. Nights that could have been milestones if Jack wasn’t lost to him: his birthday, Jack’s, the anniversaries of the last time he saw Jack alive, and the day he received the postcard.
But this night. Well. This night left him bleeding and raw, unable to staunch the flow of grief that brought him to his knees, falling back into a pit of regret and desolation.
Tonight everyone around him turned their clocks back…and he hated them for it. Stupid people. Nothing can turn back time. Not even love.