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*whew* First fic. And I'm writing for Johnny's. wtf, self?
That said, I present this little something.
6am and a song inspiration's product. I've linkedthis song before... but I'm pimping it again.
For my new OTP, TomaPi. >_______>
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Title: For My Dearly Departed
Author: Miss Zero /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Toma/Yamapi
Word count: 214
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Beta: none (if anyone would so kindly beta... >.>)
Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal; therefore, the boys (as much as I'd wish them to be) are not mine.
Notes: *whew* My first fic. And I'm writing for Johnny's (wtf, self?). That said, I present a little something inspired by Franco's song, For My Dearly Departed. Give the song a listen, just to set the mood. >:)
Toma stands at the edge of a cliff, facing the ocean, as the wind gently blows at his face. In his hand, he clutches Pi's letter; his will, and the last of his memories. It took a while to do everything Pi has asked him to, and now he was out here for just one last favor.
He unfolds the letter and begins to read. The words are blotted out by teardrops, the paper frayed with constant use, but he remembers clearly-- every word carved into his mind, heart, and soul.
A particular gust of wind delivers notice of tears. He doesn't remember when that happened, but he doesn't care. He just stays that way, finally allowing himself the grief he previously refused to let out. And then he understands what Pi had wanted all along; like everything made sense.
A small smile escapes his lips, through the tears, as he takes one more look at the letter in his hands. He burns those last three words into his memory before he carefully lets it go. He watches as the wind sweeps it away, and then he turns away from the view of the ocean.
He repeats those last words, and at the same time, makes it so as a response.
"I love you."
That said, I present this little something.
6am and a song inspiration's product. I've linked
For my new OTP, TomaPi. >_______>
...
Title: For My Dearly Departed
Author: Miss Zero /
dusk037 Pairing: Toma/Yamapi
Word count: 214
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Beta: none (if anyone would so kindly beta... >.>)
Disclaimer: Slavery is illegal; therefore, the boys (as much as I'd wish them to be) are not mine.
Notes: *whew* My first fic. And I'm writing for Johnny's (wtf, self?). That said, I present a little something inspired by Franco's song, For My Dearly Departed. Give the song a listen, just to set the mood. >:)
Toma stands at the edge of a cliff, facing the ocean, as the wind gently blows at his face. In his hand, he clutches Pi's letter; his will, and the last of his memories. It took a while to do everything Pi has asked him to, and now he was out here for just one last favor.
He unfolds the letter and begins to read. The words are blotted out by teardrops, the paper frayed with constant use, but he remembers clearly-- every word carved into his mind, heart, and soul.
A particular gust of wind delivers notice of tears. He doesn't remember when that happened, but he doesn't care. He just stays that way, finally allowing himself the grief he previously refused to let out. And then he understands what Pi had wanted all along; like everything made sense.
A small smile escapes his lips, through the tears, as he takes one more look at the letter in his hands. He burns those last three words into his memory before he carefully lets it go. He watches as the wind sweeps it away, and then he turns away from the view of the ocean.
He repeats those last words, and at the same time, makes it so as a response.
"I love you."
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Date: 2013-06-23 02:21 pm (UTC)Here, have it~
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Date: 2013-06-23 02:29 pm (UTC)