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Title: Roads
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G
Warning: Angst?
Disclaimer: Not at all true.
A/N: Written in 8 minutes on the fly at work. (That means no beta for those of you who are wondering)
Once upon a time a man dared to believe in the dream. He leapt into the unknown with eyes wide open, and when he found himself face to face with his worst fear, he embraced it fully, because he reasoned, with a wisdom beyond his years that his was yet another step in his life that he must take.
But after the fires cooled down, and he was left with the shell of his broken dreams and a broken heart, he found himself alone in a big city, with nothing to keep him warm at night but half forgotten memories. He’d loved fully, wholly, and asked for nothing in return, and his affections were met with shame and denial.
He left Billy, left him to his lady friend and his bonnie island, and dove again into the new path before him, holding onto his good spirit for dear life, as it was all that kept him together.
He left him; left him to think of their time together, perhaps when older, he’d look back with a smile and no regret.
And he walked away, without ever looking back, one thought rolling through his mind like a mantra.
Why should I cry for you?
We are unsure if the man lived happily ever after, though we suspect he lived ever after in the least. But the point of this story is not in the end, but in the beginning for a man who dared to believe in the dream. Because hurt though he was, and boy was he hurt, he still dared the dare, and in the end it was his daring that made all the difference in the first place.
cross posted to the usual
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: G
Warning: Angst?
Disclaimer: Not at all true.
A/N: Written in 8 minutes on the fly at work. (That means no beta for those of you who are wondering)
Once upon a time a man dared to believe in the dream. He leapt into the unknown with eyes wide open, and when he found himself face to face with his worst fear, he embraced it fully, because he reasoned, with a wisdom beyond his years that his was yet another step in his life that he must take.
But after the fires cooled down, and he was left with the shell of his broken dreams and a broken heart, he found himself alone in a big city, with nothing to keep him warm at night but half forgotten memories. He’d loved fully, wholly, and asked for nothing in return, and his affections were met with shame and denial.
He left Billy, left him to his lady friend and his bonnie island, and dove again into the new path before him, holding onto his good spirit for dear life, as it was all that kept him together.
He left him; left him to think of their time together, perhaps when older, he’d look back with a smile and no regret.
And he walked away, without ever looking back, one thought rolling through his mind like a mantra.
Why should I cry for you?
We are unsure if the man lived happily ever after, though we suspect he lived ever after in the least. But the point of this story is not in the end, but in the beginning for a man who dared to believe in the dream. Because hurt though he was, and boy was he hurt, he still dared the dare, and in the end it was his daring that made all the difference in the first place.
cross posted to the usual