Scary things...
Nov. 24th, 2004 11:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
okami_huY’know, I just learned how fucking intimidating it feels when you stumble into a near-suicide note on one of your best friend’s LJ.
Don't
Tension was vibrating in the air.
„Don’t do it.”
„It’s my free choice! I can’t take this anymore!” The midnight-eyed man’s breathing was heavy. The revolver shook in his hand. „I want this to end!”
„It’s not the right answer.” His friend shook his head. „It’s not you. You can’t give up so easily. Please, give me the gun.” He extended his hands.
„You were there too, you saw what I saw!” Tears were trickling down on the pale face. „It’s… too much for me…! I killed so many, that I won’t be able to wash the stains off of my hands ever! And on top of that, nobody gives a damn about the whole situation! The blood we spilled… Nobody fucking CARES!!”
The other man stepped closer. His green eyes shone sincerely.
„I do.”
Roy collapsed into his friend’s arms, sobbing desperately, clutching his uniform like a lifeline. Maes hold him tight, caressed the young alchemist’s back, shoulders and head, buried his nose into that silken hair and showered his forehead and temple with small kisses, like Roy would be a child.
„Sshh, it’s all right, it’s all right.”
And somehow, in that moment, it felt just like that.
Don't
Tension was vibrating in the air.
„Don’t do it.”
„It’s my free choice! I can’t take this anymore!” The midnight-eyed man’s breathing was heavy. The revolver shook in his hand. „I want this to end!”
„It’s not the right answer.” His friend shook his head. „It’s not you. You can’t give up so easily. Please, give me the gun.” He extended his hands.
„You were there too, you saw what I saw!” Tears were trickling down on the pale face. „It’s… too much for me…! I killed so many, that I won’t be able to wash the stains off of my hands ever! And on top of that, nobody gives a damn about the whole situation! The blood we spilled… Nobody fucking CARES!!”
The other man stepped closer. His green eyes shone sincerely.
„I do.”
Roy collapsed into his friend’s arms, sobbing desperately, clutching his uniform like a lifeline. Maes hold him tight, caressed the young alchemist’s back, shoulders and head, buried his nose into that silken hair and showered his forehead and temple with small kisses, like Roy would be a child.
„Sshh, it’s all right, it’s all right.”
And somehow, in that moment, it felt just like that.
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Date: 2004-11-24 01:37 pm (UTC)But if this is the result of some whinning, I should do it more offen, ne?
But aside from the form - it feels good to know someone cares. *hugs you* Thanks.
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Date: 2004-11-25 05:57 am (UTC)