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rabenhorst) wrote2009-12-20 12:33 am
rabenhorst) wrote2009-12-20 12:33 am
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Title: Life
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fonulyn
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Die/?
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Die would’ve never thought he would find himself in a place like this. Standing on a cliff while the cold, still water was lying like a heavy mass somewhere far below him. His gaze directed at the horizon, into the orange glow that seemed to be burning away the day for the night to come.
Comments:
fonulyn: I know it’s just a little ficlet, more a drabble even, but I kinda wanted to have something for Die’s birthday so this be my contribution x) It’s pretty vague, you can imagine him being with just about anyone so I’ll let you do your own pick and won’t even tell who I imagined it to be XD Unless asked, of course. Also, abused this beautiful prompt for it. I hope you like :)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Life
Die would’ve never thought he would find himself in a place like this. Standing on a cliff while the cold, still water was lying like a heavy mass somewhere far below him. His gaze directed at the horizon, into the orange glow that seemed to be burning away the day for the night to come. Heavy clouds were hanging in the air, their exact replicas reflecting from the mirror that was the water’s surface.
The world was beautiful like this.
The soft breeze was the only thing he felt, caressing his skin like leaving the last goodbyes. He knew that the next day the wind would be cold, freezing him to the bones and he knew to appreciate the last breath of summer. That was why he had come here, today of all days. He knew it was a special day, he knew that it was the last day.
His mother used to bring him here when he was a child. Now that she had passed away, he had been avoiding the place like the plague for years. He had hid all the pictures he had from there, hadn’t even allowed himself to think about it, hadn’t dared to take a single step towards the place. It had felt like tearing the wounds open again, like twisting the knife in his gut time and time again, so he had tried to forget.
Somehow today was different.
When he had woken up in the morning, he hadn’t been alone. He hadn’t felt abandoned. There was a new presence in his life, something that made it worth going on, worth fighting for. Something that filled his life with laughter again, and he felt reborn. Healed.
That was why he had wanted to come here today. He wanted to make peace with his past so he could turn to look at his future. It felt like a ritual, like a cleansing rite that would wash away the pain, the anguish, make him whole again. It would allow him to face the new life as a new, healed person. It would put the ghosts to rest.
He wasn’t the kind of man to follow an impulse. Yet now, he did. Before he even noticed he was moving, he took a few running steps towards the cliff and he jumped. Without hesitation he plunged into the thin air, threw himself towards the even surface of the water.
For a few heartbeats it felt as if he would stay floating in the air.
Flying.
But suddenly he fell, faster, faster, faster. Towards the lake, towards the new life.
It hurt when he hit the water, the impact pressing all air from his lungs. Underneath the surface, he couldn’t stop himself from inhaling and the water burned in his airways, made him feel like drowning for a split second. Somehow, he pushed himself upwards, with unfocused movements of his arms and legs, enough for his head to reach the surface.
The air was cooler down here, and he coughed as he fought for breath, tried to fill his lungs with life instead of death.
One look at the sky told him that this was it, the last second before nightfall.
Together with summer, he let go of the ghosts in his past.
Together with autumn, he faced the new dawn.
He was complete.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG13
Pairing: Die/?
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Die would’ve never thought he would find himself in a place like this. Standing on a cliff while the cold, still water was lying like a heavy mass somewhere far below him. His gaze directed at the horizon, into the orange glow that seemed to be burning away the day for the night to come.
Comments:
fonulyn: I know it’s just a little ficlet, more a drabble even, but I kinda wanted to have something for Die’s birthday so this be my contribution x) It’s pretty vague, you can imagine him being with just about anyone so I’ll let you do your own pick and won’t even tell who I imagined it to be XD Unless asked, of course. Also, abused this beautiful prompt for it. I hope you like :)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
Die would’ve never thought he would find himself in a place like this. Standing on a cliff while the cold, still water was lying like a heavy mass somewhere far below him. His gaze directed at the horizon, into the orange glow that seemed to be burning away the day for the night to come. Heavy clouds were hanging in the air, their exact replicas reflecting from the mirror that was the water’s surface.
The world was beautiful like this.
The soft breeze was the only thing he felt, caressing his skin like leaving the last goodbyes. He knew that the next day the wind would be cold, freezing him to the bones and he knew to appreciate the last breath of summer. That was why he had come here, today of all days. He knew it was a special day, he knew that it was the last day.
His mother used to bring him here when he was a child. Now that she had passed away, he had been avoiding the place like the plague for years. He had hid all the pictures he had from there, hadn’t even allowed himself to think about it, hadn’t dared to take a single step towards the place. It had felt like tearing the wounds open again, like twisting the knife in his gut time and time again, so he had tried to forget.
Somehow today was different.
When he had woken up in the morning, he hadn’t been alone. He hadn’t felt abandoned. There was a new presence in his life, something that made it worth going on, worth fighting for. Something that filled his life with laughter again, and he felt reborn. Healed.
That was why he had wanted to come here today. He wanted to make peace with his past so he could turn to look at his future. It felt like a ritual, like a cleansing rite that would wash away the pain, the anguish, make him whole again. It would allow him to face the new life as a new, healed person. It would put the ghosts to rest.
He wasn’t the kind of man to follow an impulse. Yet now, he did. Before he even noticed he was moving, he took a few running steps towards the cliff and he jumped. Without hesitation he plunged into the thin air, threw himself towards the even surface of the water.
For a few heartbeats it felt as if he would stay floating in the air.
Flying.
But suddenly he fell, faster, faster, faster. Towards the lake, towards the new life.
It hurt when he hit the water, the impact pressing all air from his lungs. Underneath the surface, he couldn’t stop himself from inhaling and the water burned in his airways, made him feel like drowning for a split second. Somehow, he pushed himself upwards, with unfocused movements of his arms and legs, enough for his head to reach the surface.
The air was cooler down here, and he coughed as he fought for breath, tried to fill his lungs with life instead of death.
One look at the sky told him that this was it, the last second before nightfall.
Together with summer, he let go of the ghosts in his past.
Together with autumn, he faced the new dawn.
He was complete.