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All Stories Come to an End
Title: All Stories Come to an End
Author: Laura --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: DM, DM/BB
Rating/Warning: PG-13/R -- Yet another death!fic from your friendly angst-provider. (Consider yourself warned.)
Feedback: I'm trying to find time admist my quite non-social school life to get writing done, and... feedback might push me to get more writing done! *hint, hint* Please?
Disclaimer: This never happened. I know for sure that the ending never happened, especially.
Notes: First and foremost, thank you to some friends for proof-reading, making sure it didn't suck, and for helping with title ideas! Title help especially came from_sblomie and blondiusmaximus (SMEE!), so thank you!
Also, I wrote this about a week and a half ago. I was at my aunt's house, just a few days before coming here to college. I was completely nervous, anxious and aware that, at that time of my life, I was leaving a large part of my life behind me, moving on to another chapter, a bigger, more intense chapter. I also realized that, although I can't change that I've aged and moved on, sometimes I'll wish I could return to being young and at home again, and sometimes I'll be thankful that time has passed and I'm not there any longer. Most of you have prob'ly gone through that feeling, so... yesh. This story is about that.
Enjoy!
(Thanks tohansbekhart for making this wonderful banner! *tackle* *huggles*)
Glancing back at the tearful smiles and shaking waves, Dominic let out a deep breath and knew: this was another step in his life, a step he was welcoming and he couldn't wait for it to be underway.
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Glancing to the tabletop at the program from Oma's funeral service, a tear slipped down Dominic's right, pallid cheek. "Auf Wiedersehen, Oma," he whispered, aware that he had left a part of his life behind him when he'd agreed to spend a year in New Zealand, and for the first time since signing the contract, he regretted it.
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Glancing down at the annoying prosthetics covering his bony feet, Dominic shook his head and struggled to keep back tears. Although he'd grown to dread Feet every morning, it was a fond hatred. This was the last day they'd be applied and removed, and with that removal came the end of a chapter of his life.
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Glancing over at his waving friends from his comfortable first-class plane seat, Dominic raised his Sharpie-marked hand to the window in a final wave, saying farewell to his friends and this year and a half of his life, a year that he wished to bookmark and keep in his favorites list forever. Turning his stubborn gaze to the ignored magazine in his lap, the plane lifted off and he couldn't stop the persistent tears from coming.
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Glancing in amazement at the phone in his hand, Dominic gaped. Billy wasn't coming. Billy wouldn't come; he refused. The moment that his best friend, lover and boyfriend in one had replied with a solid, stony 'no,' he knew. This was the end of the best thing in his life, and the tears wouldn't come; they refused.
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Glancing around at the blood that surrounded him, the air was pulled from Dominic's lungs in an unexpected panic attack. Suddenly he didn't want the novel of his life to end, suddenly his thoughts contradicted all those that had obstinately passed through his mind for the past month. As the last breath was pulled from his lips, a tear that had been building up for years was finally shed.
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Glancing left, then right, for his best friend, his past and hopefully future lover, Billy headed for the bedroom first, the fact that Dominic loved to sleep in occurring to him. What he saw caused him to gasp in shock and drop the duffel bags he had brought in from the taxi outside. The still-sticky blood, the still-warm body, and the still-scared expression would haunt him for the rest of his life and yet, as he collapsed to the bed with tears, he could only be so, so unbelievably sad that this life, a life that was so beautiful and wonderful and unique, had ended.
Author: Laura --
silentnumbsmoke Pairing: DM, DM/BB
Rating/Warning: PG-13/R -- Yet another death!fic from your friendly angst-provider. (Consider yourself warned.)
Feedback: I'm trying to find time admist my quite non-social school life to get writing done, and... feedback might push me to get more writing done! *hint, hint* Please?
Disclaimer: This never happened. I know for sure that the ending never happened, especially.
Notes: First and foremost, thank you to some friends for proof-reading, making sure it didn't suck, and for helping with title ideas! Title help especially came from
_sblomie and blondiusmaximus (SMEE!), so thank you!Also, I wrote this about a week and a half ago. I was at my aunt's house, just a few days before coming here to college. I was completely nervous, anxious and aware that, at that time of my life, I was leaving a large part of my life behind me, moving on to another chapter, a bigger, more intense chapter. I also realized that, although I can't change that I've aged and moved on, sometimes I'll wish I could return to being young and at home again, and sometimes I'll be thankful that time has passed and I'm not there any longer. Most of you have prob'ly gone through that feeling, so... yesh. This story is about that.
Enjoy!
(Thanks to
hansbekhart for making this wonderful banner! *tackle* *huggles*)Glancing back at the tearful smiles and shaking waves, Dominic let out a deep breath and knew: this was another step in his life, a step he was welcoming and he couldn't wait for it to be underway.
--------------
Glancing to the tabletop at the program from Oma's funeral service, a tear slipped down Dominic's right, pallid cheek. "Auf Wiedersehen, Oma," he whispered, aware that he had left a part of his life behind him when he'd agreed to spend a year in New Zealand, and for the first time since signing the contract, he regretted it.
--------------
Glancing down at the annoying prosthetics covering his bony feet, Dominic shook his head and struggled to keep back tears. Although he'd grown to dread Feet every morning, it was a fond hatred. This was the last day they'd be applied and removed, and with that removal came the end of a chapter of his life.
--------------
Glancing over at his waving friends from his comfortable first-class plane seat, Dominic raised his Sharpie-marked hand to the window in a final wave, saying farewell to his friends and this year and a half of his life, a year that he wished to bookmark and keep in his favorites list forever. Turning his stubborn gaze to the ignored magazine in his lap, the plane lifted off and he couldn't stop the persistent tears from coming.
--------------
Glancing in amazement at the phone in his hand, Dominic gaped. Billy wasn't coming. Billy wouldn't come; he refused. The moment that his best friend, lover and boyfriend in one had replied with a solid, stony 'no,' he knew. This was the end of the best thing in his life, and the tears wouldn't come; they refused.
--------------
Glancing around at the blood that surrounded him, the air was pulled from Dominic's lungs in an unexpected panic attack. Suddenly he didn't want the novel of his life to end, suddenly his thoughts contradicted all those that had obstinately passed through his mind for the past month. As the last breath was pulled from his lips, a tear that had been building up for years was finally shed.
--------------
Glancing left, then right, for his best friend, his past and hopefully future lover, Billy headed for the bedroom first, the fact that Dominic loved to sleep in occurring to him. What he saw caused him to gasp in shock and drop the duffel bags he had brought in from the taxi outside. The still-sticky blood, the still-warm body, and the still-scared expression would haunt him for the rest of his life and yet, as he collapsed to the bed with tears, he could only be so, so unbelievably sad that this life, a life that was so beautiful and wonderful and unique, had ended.