Gabriel had to admit, when Peter had suggested that they go on a camping trip he hadn’t exactly been thrilled. He’d never been camping, at least not that he could remember, but the whole idea of it didn’t have any appeal to him either, so he’d never had reason to go. Peter had asked though, and the excited smile that had radiated from him when he’d ( Read more... )

“Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.” - Dr. Seuss

Gabriel had always tried to put off the thought that both he and Peter would outlive their children, and almost everyone else they knew. He knew it all along that they would, but he always put it out of his mind, focusing on the fact that they were there.

( He was sitting on the steps of Sacre Cæur )

”I’m really glad that you could see me today, Mom,” Gabriel said, a small smile appearing on his face, and he glanced up at her for a moment before he turned his attention back to his cup, twisting it in his hands. “It’s…it’s good.”

( Oh, Gabriel, of course I have time to see you. )

”I didn’t know that you liked baseball, Papa,” Rueben said as they got out of the car, and he reached out to take his father’s hand so that they could cross the street together, the other firmly holding onto his baseball glove. The sun was bright in the middle of that Tuesday, and as they walked the few blocks from the parking lot and to the ( Read more... )

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are. -Kurt Cobain

“Hello?”

“Hello, Gabriel? It’s Chandra Suresh.”

( Crash. )

( All ten moments. )

2) “I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare.” -Tori AmosGabriel sat bolt upright in his bed, panting. His sheets had been tossed on the floor from his thrashings and his pajamas were damp with sweat, and he looked around wildly, reaching to flick on the lights to illuminate his apartment ( Read more... )

It had been weeks since he had last set foot in the house, but it was still heartbreaking to do so. The plants, the majority of them had died, and he wrinkled his nose at the amount of dust that had settled on the normally highly polished wood. He was the one who always took care of it after all, and since he’d been gone, it hadn’t been taken care ( Read more... )

( Je m’appelle Gabriel, et j'habite à Paris. )

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