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One, Part 3/5
Title: One, Part 3/5
Author: The Phantom Writer![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: I adore feedback, and I adore those who give me feedback. :)
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: I'm so sorry it's taken so long! Of course, I was out of the country for over a week, but... yesh, it's here now.
Some of you may remember that the story used to have four parts. My lovely beta,red_moon_rising, convinced me to write a final part, to give it more of a conclusion. Once you read Part IV, you'll prob'ly agree that it needed more. *nods*
All right, you should read the other parts first (1 and 2).
It’s been one month since Dom’s abduction. One month. 31 days. 744 hours. 44,640 minutes.
One month, and the police have labeled this a kidnapping. The day after Dom left, his car was found next to the drugstore. There were signs of a struggle: the door yanked wide open, keys left sitting in the ignition, and… blood on the driver’s seat. They sent it to forensics… definitely Dom’s blood. Fortunately, there wasn’t enough to suggest significant blood loss, but any blood is never a good sign.
One month, and the search efforts have already slowed down due to lack of evidence and the nonexistent progress the detectives have made. The crime scene investigators couldn't find any fingerprints and there was absolutely no motive for the abduction. The only thing anyone could think of that might have led to his disappearance is the fact that he's a celebrity with rich friends, but there have been no ransom notes and no phone calls demanding money. There were no footprints in the dirt to suggest which way Dom might have been taken, no stolen cars or escaped prisoners. No Dominic.
One month, and my so-called friends are telling me to move on, not to let it beat me. How can I go about doing daily chores, working and attempting to lead a normal life when Dom is still out there? I can’t. I'm still holding out, still clutching at hope with desperate fingers, and I’ve never been more tired in my life.
One month, and I don’t know what to do… I can’t imagine giving up, but attempting to grasp at the last strands of hope is exhausting. Attempting to convince those around me that Dom is still alive, waiting for me to save him, takes everything out of me. I have nothing left. The strength is fading, just like the hope and the scent of Dom on the pillows. Yet, I know, that if I were to give up my hope, if I were to let go of Dom’s reaching fingertips, then my strength would disappear completely, and I'd have no chance of ever getting it back. If I were to stop searching for him, for some clue about where he is, then I would surely die. Not literally, but now, after a month of sleepless nights and desperate mornings, I know that it takes more than a beating heart to live.
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmoke Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: I adore feedback, and I adore those who give me feedback. :)
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: I'm so sorry it's taken so long! Of course, I was out of the country for over a week, but... yesh, it's here now.
Some of you may remember that the story used to have four parts. My lovely beta,
red_moon_rising, convinced me to write a final part, to give it more of a conclusion. Once you read Part IV, you'll prob'ly agree that it needed more. *nods*All right, you should read the other parts first (1 and 2).
It’s been one month since Dom’s abduction. One month. 31 days. 744 hours. 44,640 minutes.
One month, and the police have labeled this a kidnapping. The day after Dom left, his car was found next to the drugstore. There were signs of a struggle: the door yanked wide open, keys left sitting in the ignition, and… blood on the driver’s seat. They sent it to forensics… definitely Dom’s blood. Fortunately, there wasn’t enough to suggest significant blood loss, but any blood is never a good sign.
One month, and the search efforts have already slowed down due to lack of evidence and the nonexistent progress the detectives have made. The crime scene investigators couldn't find any fingerprints and there was absolutely no motive for the abduction. The only thing anyone could think of that might have led to his disappearance is the fact that he's a celebrity with rich friends, but there have been no ransom notes and no phone calls demanding money. There were no footprints in the dirt to suggest which way Dom might have been taken, no stolen cars or escaped prisoners. No Dominic.
One month, and my so-called friends are telling me to move on, not to let it beat me. How can I go about doing daily chores, working and attempting to lead a normal life when Dom is still out there? I can’t. I'm still holding out, still clutching at hope with desperate fingers, and I’ve never been more tired in my life.
One month, and I don’t know what to do… I can’t imagine giving up, but attempting to grasp at the last strands of hope is exhausting. Attempting to convince those around me that Dom is still alive, waiting for me to save him, takes everything out of me. I have nothing left. The strength is fading, just like the hope and the scent of Dom on the pillows. Yet, I know, that if I were to give up my hope, if I were to let go of Dom’s reaching fingertips, then my strength would disappear completely, and I'd have no chance of ever getting it back. If I were to stop searching for him, for some clue about where he is, then I would surely die. Not literally, but now, after a month of sleepless nights and desperate mornings, I know that it takes more than a beating heart to live.
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Where's DOM!!!?? ::sobs::
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Haha, sorry, I couldn't resist the urge to say that. But seriously now... Awwww, Billeh!! Dom?!?! I'm so concerned!