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nickngregOkay, a stretched out drabble I just wrote a few minutes ago. Nick/Greg if you squint.
And If By Fate
by Tali aka Charrie Death
spoilers: none in particular
warnings: mentions of character death influnencing thoughts of suicide
rating: like pg-13 ish
x-post to csi_slash
Do not cry for me
Because it isn't fair
To cry for somebody
Who simply isn't there
Do not sob for me
Because sense heeds
That teardrops be better spent
On somebody who actually bleeds --- Me
---
The world stands still.
Time has all but stopped.
Everything seems to go slowly, nothing sinking in.
It's cold, but he doesn't care anymore.
Nothing matters anymore.
In everybody's life, there's going to be a moment. A moment which you hopelessly and desperately want to take back. Of course, you never can.
So as he stands here, he realizes this is his defining moment, this is the true test.
He wonders how he got here, how he managed not to cry yet.
He's been trying to keep it in, but soon life starts to catch up with him.
All his illusions are shattered.
Single bullet wound to chest, died instantly.
Died instantly and there was nothing he could of done about it.
But that still doesn't mean he doesn't feel guilty, doesn't feel bad for blowing up in his face, letting his anger run full force. That doesn't make him regret slamming that door, shouting "I hate you!"
That was the last thing he ever said to him.
So here he stands, angsty as the bitter wind rustles the leaves in the graveyard.
He doesn't know what to do anymore, so he stands frozen.
Greg's dead, and it's all his fault.
And in his mind, he doesn't deserve to live because of that.
And If By Fate
by Tali aka Charrie Death
spoilers: none in particular
warnings: mentions of character death influnencing thoughts of suicide
rating: like pg-13 ish
x-post to csi_slash
Do not cry for me
Because it isn't fair
To cry for somebody
Who simply isn't there
Do not sob for me
Because sense heeds
That teardrops be better spent
On somebody who actually bleeds --- Me
---
The world stands still.
Time has all but stopped.
Everything seems to go slowly, nothing sinking in.
It's cold, but he doesn't care anymore.
Nothing matters anymore.
In everybody's life, there's going to be a moment. A moment which you hopelessly and desperately want to take back. Of course, you never can.
So as he stands here, he realizes this is his defining moment, this is the true test.
He wonders how he got here, how he managed not to cry yet.
He's been trying to keep it in, but soon life starts to catch up with him.
All his illusions are shattered.
Single bullet wound to chest, died instantly.
Died instantly and there was nothing he could of done about it.
But that still doesn't mean he doesn't feel guilty, doesn't feel bad for blowing up in his face, letting his anger run full force. That doesn't make him regret slamming that door, shouting "I hate you!"
That was the last thing he ever said to him.
So here he stands, angsty as the bitter wind rustles the leaves in the graveyard.
He doesn't know what to do anymore, so he stands frozen.
Greg's dead, and it's all his fault.
And in his mind, he doesn't deserve to live because of that.
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Date: 2004-12-27 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-27 11:39 pm (UTC)Angst is hard because it won't go over well and people don't get what your trying to say, or it'll go over really well.