I'm starting to think a happy story isn't possible for me.
No joke. Nothing I write is happy >.< wtf is wrong with me, I swear.
I'm starting to worry about myself. =/
But, alas, a new drabble-fic-thingy. Yeah, that.
"You fucking promised, you asshole." Timo's voice cracked as he cradled his best friend. "You promised you wouldn't leave me like he did. You made a promise that you said you would never break! You can't, David, you can't leave me."
David fought with everything he had, struggling to keep Timo's face in his mind, and his friend--no, his brother's voice with him. He couldn't summon the energy to speak, to reassure Timo that he was still here; it was all he could do to stop the memories flowing through his head, and to keep the white light at the end of the tunnel where it belonged. Tempting as it was, he was willing to sacrifice an eternity of peace to stay with his best friend. After all, he had made a promise...But the white light inevitably came to him, and he felt himself slipping, Timo's face blurring.
Timo whispered for the last time 'you can't leave me' before reducing himself to sobs, and he just rocked back and forth. He jumped when David gasped out a single, strangled word and clung to the rapper with what little life he had left, as if holding on to something real and alive would keep him in this world, too. The veil separating the two worlds was tickling his subconscious, threatening to suffocate him, but the guitarist was not going down that easy. It was a simple, yet complex game of tug-o-war between two worlds, the battle over one soul struggling to keep it's host or just completely slipping out of it and giving up for good. Your life doesn't end when you're on your deathbed. Your life ends when you choose to give in. You make the choice. You decide your fate. A quote from his mother ran through his mind as the memory of them sitting at the table discussing David's future flashed before him. And I will not die today, David screamed in his head, an excruciating cry slipping from his lips in a shriek of agony as he regained full consciousness. The weight of a tour bus hit him at full force as it crushed his body, but he willed the pain away and thought of only living, and being with the one person who had ever made a true, honest difference in his life. And I will not leave my brother today, he cried inside his head.
I will not leave my brother.
I'm starting to worry about myself. =/
But, alas, a new drabble-fic-thingy. Yeah, that.
"You fucking promised, you asshole." Timo's voice cracked as he cradled his best friend. "You promised you wouldn't leave me like he did. You made a promise that you said you would never break! You can't, David, you can't leave me."
David fought with everything he had, struggling to keep Timo's face in his mind, and his friend--no, his brother's voice with him. He couldn't summon the energy to speak, to reassure Timo that he was still here; it was all he could do to stop the memories flowing through his head, and to keep the white light at the end of the tunnel where it belonged. Tempting as it was, he was willing to sacrifice an eternity of peace to stay with his best friend. After all, he had made a promise...But the white light inevitably came to him, and he felt himself slipping, Timo's face blurring.
Timo whispered for the last time 'you can't leave me' before reducing himself to sobs, and he just rocked back and forth. He jumped when David gasped out a single, strangled word and clung to the rapper with what little life he had left, as if holding on to something real and alive would keep him in this world, too. The veil separating the two worlds was tickling his subconscious, threatening to suffocate him, but the guitarist was not going down that easy. It was a simple, yet complex game of tug-o-war between two worlds, the battle over one soul struggling to keep it's host or just completely slipping out of it and giving up for good. Your life doesn't end when you're on your deathbed. Your life ends when you choose to give in. You make the choice. You decide your fate. A quote from his mother ran through his mind as the memory of them sitting at the table discussing David's future flashed before him. And I will not die today, David screamed in his head, an excruciating cry slipping from his lips in a shriek of agony as he regained full consciousness. The weight of a tour bus hit him at full force as it crushed his body, but he willed the pain away and thought of only living, and being with the one person who had ever made a true, honest difference in his life. And I will not leave my brother today, he cried inside his head.
I will not leave my brother.