Recipient: fabulafaepotter Prompt: Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds Word count: 100 (Yay, my first real drabble.) Rating: G
“Tom!” Merope ran bareheaded into the street. “TOM!!!”
There was no answer; only the clatter of hailstones and the mewing of a stray cat in a London alley, so many miles from her home.
She looked for him all day. In the evening she bought a bottle of gin and finished the cigarettes he’d left on the bedside table and cried and cried, and then threw up in the sink and cried some more. Dawn broke, and she had a thought that made her stop crying.
He might not be hers any more. But she would never stop being his.
Wow, this is beautiful (in a gut-wrenching sort of way). Merope's story is so heartbreaking, and oddly enough, is perfect to illustrate the theme of love and devotion.
Prompt: Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds
Word count: 100 (Yay, my first real drabble.)
Rating: G
“Tom!” Merope ran bareheaded into the street. “TOM!!!”
There was no answer; only the clatter of hailstones and the mewing of a stray cat in a London alley, so many miles from her home.
She looked for him all day. In the evening she bought a bottle of gin and finished the cigarettes he’d left on the bedside table and cried and cried, and then threw up in the sink and cried some more. Dawn broke, and she had a thought that made her stop crying.
He might not be hers any more. But she would never stop being his.
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