FIC: i'm not giving in, cloud-centric, character study, drabble
Title: I’m not giving up
Summary: He'd always fought the pull;
236 words
He’d always fought the pull; the tug towards what he felt was too much. He had to keep the distance, had to fight the need. Dependency would be what killed them. There was no room in their lives for that sort of thing. They had people counting on them.
The many people who looked to him, that depended on him. Sometimes it was too much, sometimes he wanted to ask why, to ask them why it was they chose to turn to him, why they placed that faith in his being, why he was the one who had to save them.
He was supposed to be a hero. He was supposed to save the world, to change their lives, to help them all. He couldn’t even admit to himself that he was in love with his best friend. He hadn’t let go of the last person he loved, or the one before that.
Was it a pattern? Was he fated to live a lone life, like the wolf he felt such a kindred spirit to? He’d loved two people before -they had both died. Was it because he loved them? Did they depend on him to save them? He wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t fast enough.
He wouldn’t be able to love her, not completely, until he was strong enough, until he was fast enough. Until he could protect them both. Until he wouldn’t lose her too.
Summary: He'd always fought the pull;
236 words
He’d always fought the pull; the tug towards what he felt was too much. He had to keep the distance, had to fight the need. Dependency would be what killed them. There was no room in their lives for that sort of thing. They had people counting on them.
The many people who looked to him, that depended on him. Sometimes it was too much, sometimes he wanted to ask why, to ask them why it was they chose to turn to him, why they placed that faith in his being, why he was the one who had to save them.
He was supposed to be a hero. He was supposed to save the world, to change their lives, to help them all. He couldn’t even admit to himself that he was in love with his best friend. He hadn’t let go of the last person he loved, or the one before that.
Was it a pattern? Was he fated to live a lone life, like the wolf he felt such a kindred spirit to? He’d loved two people before -they had both died. Was it because he loved them? Did they depend on him to save them? He wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t fast enough.
He wouldn’t be able to love her, not completely, until he was strong enough, until he was fast enough. Until he could protect them both. Until he wouldn’t lose her too.