Okay, so I gave in... Who said I could not muse on the drabble while out on my lunch break walk with the spaniel *g*
I believed I would stop talking to you in my mind when I killed you.
The act had a certain finality to it. The end of half-whispered justifications. A boy's sob, hastily suffocated by the sound of your footsteps, so swift and precise, on the staircase above.
It's rather funny, how much the universe actually depends on matters of darkness and distance. Wouldn't you say so?
When we finally were on that roof together, watching your body tumble gave me one small glimpse of how liberation would look like. Not a pleasing sight, but one I'd have faced bravely.
To bad, this particular incarnation of you proved to be just a compilation of magic and steel.
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I believed I would stop talking to you in my mind when I killed you.
The act had a certain finality to it. The end of half-whispered justifications. A boy's sob, hastily suffocated by the sound of your footsteps, so swift and precise, on the staircase above.
It's rather funny, how much the universe actually depends on matters of darkness and distance. Wouldn't you say so?
When we finally were on that roof together, watching your body tumble gave me one small glimpse of how liberation would look like. Not a pleasing sight, but one I'd have faced bravely.
To bad, this particular incarnation of you proved to be just a compilation of magic and steel.
Your doting son,
W.