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kathierif_fic) wrote2011-02-06 09:46 pm
kathierif_fic) wrote2011-02-06 09:46 pm
Entry tags:
Fic: Grieving - CSI:NY - FRT - Don Flack
Title: Grieving
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Rating: FRT
Summary: He doesn't care about the rain.
Warnings: Spoilers for 2 seasons ago
Word Count: 257
A/Ns: A short ficlet, I think it was written during![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mini_nanowrimo?
It’s raining, big, fat, wet drops splashing onto the pavement and onto his bare head, exploding into smaller droplets that run into the collar of his coat and down the entire length of his spine, sending shiver after shiver through his body. He isn’t wearing a hat, his hair is stringy and heavy with water, hanging into his forehead and into his eyes. It has grown long in the past year again, longer than she’s ever seen it on him, and briefly, he wonders what she would’ve said to this new style, this new him.
Would she still have loved him?
He doesn’t know.
He’s never going to know, either.
His clothes are drenched, his pants and shirt darkened with rain water. He’s sure his lips are blue, as blue as his eyes, but he doesn’t care. The ground under his feet is heavy from the rain, dark and muddy. Water sloshes in his shoes, but he doesn’t care.
It’s silent around him, besides the ever-present sound of cars on the streets around the cemetery and the steady drip of water off of leaves and twigs and buildings and the tip of his nose. He’s alone, and he has purposefully chosen exact this time of day to come here, to honor her memory and remind himself that he hasn’t forgotten her.
He is still clutching the flowers in his hand, but now, he steps back and puts them down on her grave.
He doesn’t care about the rain.
In the rain, nobody can see that he’s crying.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Rating: FRT
Summary: He doesn't care about the rain.
Warnings: Spoilers for 2 seasons ago
Word Count: 257
A/Ns: A short ficlet, I think it was written during
mini_nanowrimo?It’s raining, big, fat, wet drops splashing onto the pavement and onto his bare head, exploding into smaller droplets that run into the collar of his coat and down the entire length of his spine, sending shiver after shiver through his body. He isn’t wearing a hat, his hair is stringy and heavy with water, hanging into his forehead and into his eyes. It has grown long in the past year again, longer than she’s ever seen it on him, and briefly, he wonders what she would’ve said to this new style, this new him.
Would she still have loved him?
He doesn’t know.
He’s never going to know, either.
His clothes are drenched, his pants and shirt darkened with rain water. He’s sure his lips are blue, as blue as his eyes, but he doesn’t care. The ground under his feet is heavy from the rain, dark and muddy. Water sloshes in his shoes, but he doesn’t care.
It’s silent around him, besides the ever-present sound of cars on the streets around the cemetery and the steady drip of water off of leaves and twigs and buildings and the tip of his nose. He’s alone, and he has purposefully chosen exact this time of day to come here, to honor her memory and remind himself that he hasn’t forgotten her.
He is still clutching the flowers in his hand, but now, he steps back and puts them down on her grave.
He doesn’t care about the rain.
In the rain, nobody can see that he’s crying.