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Title: Sandcastle
Author: mistressteacup
Summary: Kevin is sad ):
Pairing: Mike/Kevin
Disclaimer: Tis not true \o/
Rating/Warning: :O There is sadness ): So like G?
Word Count: 477
A/N: WOOT~ FIRST POST~! *sparkle* Let's see if I do this right OwO
He closes his eyes as the ocean moves before him. It should be peaceful, it should be calming, something to heal his heart. But it doesn’t, he’s not sure anything ever will. Brushing a finger across the sand in front of him, he rests his head on his knee, the riot of curls on his head spinning as out of control as if it were any other day. It’s not any other day though. Not when he feels his heart cracking, trembling and breaking. Not when he can’t help but wonder how he’s going to survive this. If he wants to.
But, digging his fingers into the sand, he shakes his head, he has to survive this. He has to make it through this. Because even though he’s never felt so lonely, he’s not alone. So he takes a deep breath, forces himself to calm, to stand up and walk forward, closer to the waves.
They brush up on shore, slowly, easily, creating new life, a blank slate. Footsteps erased, always ready for something new, something different. Kneeling before the first touch of water, he reaches down to grab a piece of sand. It’s not the end, he knows this.
Knows he can start a new life, knows he can get over this, can deal with it. But part of him doesn’t want to. Part of him wants to keep him in his heart forever, treasured and safe. And maybe it’s not either/or. Maybe he can do both.
So he starts to pile the sand, handful after handful. He can make a new life. Something that won’t hurt, somewhere he doesn’t cry at the sound of his name. Somewhere, somewhere where he’ll never forget him. Never lose him in his heart, his soul. Because he’s not sure he can survive without that. Without knowing his love.
Turrets take shape in the sand. One, two, a third one, and he moves onto the bricks, adding windows and doors. Walls surrounding the castle, creating a courtyard. He stops for a second. Stares at his creation. Closes his eyes. It hurts. It hurts and burns, knowing he has to do this. Has to create a life without him in it. Has to create a castle, a world, something entirely new, because he’s no longer here. They were forever, and now he’s here without him.
Tears spill from his eyes and he curls up, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. Trying to pretend it’s not just him. Trying to pretend he’s not alone. They used to spend hours here, were going to spend hours more. But they can’t, not anymore.
So he takes a shuddering breath, reaches forward to the castle, brushes a hand along the courtyard. Pressing a hand into the sand, brushing it to create words. Because he’ll never forget, never live without him, even when he’s gone.
RIP Mike
Author: mistressteacup
Summary: Kevin is sad ):
Pairing: Mike/Kevin
Disclaimer: Tis not true \o/
Rating/Warning: :O There is sadness ): So like G?
Word Count: 477
A/N: WOOT~ FIRST POST~! *sparkle* Let's see if I do this right OwO
He closes his eyes as the ocean moves before him. It should be peaceful, it should be calming, something to heal his heart. But it doesn’t, he’s not sure anything ever will. Brushing a finger across the sand in front of him, he rests his head on his knee, the riot of curls on his head spinning as out of control as if it were any other day. It’s not any other day though. Not when he feels his heart cracking, trembling and breaking. Not when he can’t help but wonder how he’s going to survive this. If he wants to.
But, digging his fingers into the sand, he shakes his head, he has to survive this. He has to make it through this. Because even though he’s never felt so lonely, he’s not alone. So he takes a deep breath, forces himself to calm, to stand up and walk forward, closer to the waves.
They brush up on shore, slowly, easily, creating new life, a blank slate. Footsteps erased, always ready for something new, something different. Kneeling before the first touch of water, he reaches down to grab a piece of sand. It’s not the end, he knows this.
Knows he can start a new life, knows he can get over this, can deal with it. But part of him doesn’t want to. Part of him wants to keep him in his heart forever, treasured and safe. And maybe it’s not either/or. Maybe he can do both.
So he starts to pile the sand, handful after handful. He can make a new life. Something that won’t hurt, somewhere he doesn’t cry at the sound of his name. Somewhere, somewhere where he’ll never forget him. Never lose him in his heart, his soul. Because he’s not sure he can survive without that. Without knowing his love.
Turrets take shape in the sand. One, two, a third one, and he moves onto the bricks, adding windows and doors. Walls surrounding the castle, creating a courtyard. He stops for a second. Stares at his creation. Closes his eyes. It hurts. It hurts and burns, knowing he has to do this. Has to create a life without him in it. Has to create a castle, a world, something entirely new, because he’s no longer here. They were forever, and now he’s here without him.
Tears spill from his eyes and he curls up, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. Trying to pretend it’s not just him. Trying to pretend he’s not alone. They used to spend hours here, were going to spend hours more. But they can’t, not anymore.
So he takes a shuddering breath, reaches forward to the castle, brushes a hand along the courtyard. Pressing a hand into the sand, brushing it to create words. Because he’ll never forget, never live without him, even when he’s gone.
RIP Mike