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Sep. 20th, 2005 03:16 pmNever
PG-13
Nick/Greg, minor mentions of het.
Grave Danger AU
Summary: I still dream of you sometimes...
I still dream of you sometimes, my mind supplying the way that you looked as you took your last breath before pulling the trigger. I’m constantly reminded of the fear in your eyes as we watched, helpless to anything but pray that your kidnapper would release you. The memory of the soft brown of your eyes blurring slightly from the tears makes me wish that I could have died in your place. Nobody would’ve missed me.
Sometimes, I dream that I am in your place, trapped in the coffin with you and unable to escape. Your fear becomes my fear, and your dashed hopes become mine as well.
I wake, crying, and she tells me that it’s all going to be okay. She tells me that she loves me… she doesn’t know that I loved you more than I could ever love anyone else. She doesn’t know that you used to love me too, though I’m sure she suspects something.
You’re still buried out there, somewhere in the desert, and until we bring you home, I can’t stop the dreams. But even if I see you again, she’ll never be good enough for me, for you’re the one I love.
A/N: I'm going to pretend that people are still commenting on what I write and post this with the disclaimer that I've had a pretty rough patch over the past few days.
PG-13
Nick/Greg, minor mentions of het.
Grave Danger AU
Summary: I still dream of you sometimes...
I still dream of you sometimes, my mind supplying the way that you looked as you took your last breath before pulling the trigger. I’m constantly reminded of the fear in your eyes as we watched, helpless to anything but pray that your kidnapper would release you. The memory of the soft brown of your eyes blurring slightly from the tears makes me wish that I could have died in your place. Nobody would’ve missed me.
Sometimes, I dream that I am in your place, trapped in the coffin with you and unable to escape. Your fear becomes my fear, and your dashed hopes become mine as well.
I wake, crying, and she tells me that it’s all going to be okay. She tells me that she loves me… she doesn’t know that I loved you more than I could ever love anyone else. She doesn’t know that you used to love me too, though I’m sure she suspects something.
You’re still buried out there, somewhere in the desert, and until we bring you home, I can’t stop the dreams. But even if I see you again, she’ll never be good enough for me, for you’re the one I love.
A/N: I'm going to pretend that people are still commenting on what I write and post this with the disclaimer that I've had a pretty rough patch over the past few days.
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