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Dylan ([personal profile] inthistwilight) wrote2011-12-13 12:42 am

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im going away in a few days time
and i honestly dont think ill come back

i think ill die
 
but i think im okay with this.

[identity profile] fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[She pauses for a moment and moves her arms away from her face. She stares hard at the ceiling and nods.]

Yes. W-well, it was what I always planned.

But all the things I th-thought up, what I'd d-do. No one else should see them. Nngh-no one.

It's down to me and him. Just us.

[identity profile] knowmycall.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Were this the original Fletcher, he would understand. But it's not, and he doesn't. Not quite, anyway.]

Dylan...

[identity profile] fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com 2011-12-14 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Dylan scrunches up her face for a moment, jaw clenched. Her kitten mews at her, not liking the vibes its getting from her. It quickly dives off of her, skulking away.

She sniffs and shakes her head.]


I have to.

G-got to, have to. Important, Fletch.

And if I d-die, I think I w-want to b-be alone. I d-don't want anyone else to see what I saw.

Can't you see?

[identity profile] knowmycall.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He watches the kitten go, then turns his gaze back on Dylan.]

You're important. Your life is important, Dylan! Are y'really so keen on just lettin' that go?

And what if you don't come back, then what?

[identity profile] fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shakes her head furiously at that. Making a strangled sound at the sound at the back of her throat, she promptly hides her face with her hands.]

No!

I d-didn't. Don't mean. I'm going to try. I have to try. But that doesn't mean I want to die. I just. I'm. I'm just.

I'm tired. With. Just. I can't let it go. Not until he's dead or I'm dead. Dying's okay. It's not always bad. I'm okay with it.

[She pauses at that last question before replying in a very small voice.]

Please don't make me not go. Please don't stop me going, Fletch. Please. Understand.

[identity profile] knowmycall.livejournal.com 2011-12-21 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[His expression softens considerably at that. If she's okay with it, he has no place to be selfish.

He sighs and drapes an arm over Dylan's shoulders, then pulls her against him.]


Okay, sweetheart. Okay.