[fic: one-shot/drabble] Last Waltz
Last Waltz. 288 words.
Kamenashi Kazuya/Akanishi Jin.
Angst.
No beta. Cut text and title from the song Last Waltz by Franco.
I own nothing; and this is inspired by another work, which I also don't own, so-- don't sue. Pretty please?
He finds himself awake a few moments before dawn, and he knows by then that it’s time. Jin lies fast asleep beside him; the other man’s even intakes of breath ghosting over his head.
Kame gently pries himself loose from his lover’s embrace, albeit halfheartedly, and is met with resistance; even asleep, Jin moves to tighten his hold. He doesn’t even have the strength to actually lift himself up, so he settles to tilting his head a little to see Jin’s face. He’s spent nights awake like this- looking at Jin and committing every detail to memory.
It’s been weeks since that fateful doctor’s appointment-during which Jin stormed off to block out the rest of the doctor’s words, while Kame bravely stayed put-and days since the pain became too unbearable to endure at home. He’s long since accepted this eventuality, but knowing so doesn’t make it any less painful. He allows himself the few teardrops that escape from his eyes, but then he smiles as he wipes them away.
He’s already thinking about the letter he asked one of the nurses to mail for him in a few days; and asks any Higher Being for strength and courage for those he will leave behind. In his heart, he believes that everything will (eventually) be all right. He believes in the strength of Jin’s heart, and in his love.
Kame snuggles into Jin’s embrace for the last time, the other man’s warmth lulling him to sleep. He’s just tired, and Kame closes his eyes precisely as the first rays of dawn grace the horizon. This time, it’s to eternal sleep.
Kamenashi Kazuya/Akanishi Jin.
Angst.
No beta. Cut text and title from the song Last Waltz by Franco.
I own nothing; and this is inspired by another work, which I also don't own, so-- don't sue. Pretty please?
He finds himself awake a few moments before dawn, and he knows by then that it’s time. Jin lies fast asleep beside him; the other man’s even intakes of breath ghosting over his head.
Kame gently pries himself loose from his lover’s embrace, albeit halfheartedly, and is met with resistance; even asleep, Jin moves to tighten his hold. He doesn’t even have the strength to actually lift himself up, so he settles to tilting his head a little to see Jin’s face. He’s spent nights awake like this- looking at Jin and committing every detail to memory.
It’s been weeks since that fateful doctor’s appointment-during which Jin stormed off to block out the rest of the doctor’s words, while Kame bravely stayed put-and days since the pain became too unbearable to endure at home. He’s long since accepted this eventuality, but knowing so doesn’t make it any less painful. He allows himself the few teardrops that escape from his eyes, but then he smiles as he wipes them away.
He’s already thinking about the letter he asked one of the nurses to mail for him in a few days; and asks any Higher Being for strength and courage for those he will leave behind. In his heart, he believes that everything will (eventually) be all right. He believes in the strength of Jin’s heart, and in his love.
Kame snuggles into Jin’s embrace for the last time, the other man’s warmth lulling him to sleep. He’s just tired, and Kame closes his eyes precisely as the first rays of dawn grace the horizon. This time, it’s to eternal sleep.