Olive Drab, 26 + eraser + seed beads + acrylic + modeling clay + miniature.

[sarcasticsra]

Author: Sara
Colors: Olive Drab, 26. "Everybody has to die sometime."
Supplies: Eraser (Pan Torey AU), Seed Beads, Acrylic (I know there'll be rough times/I know there'll be tough times/But I don't care my/love is here/to stay), Modeling Clay ("sleep")
Style: Miniature
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Story: Polyfaceted; title of this is It's Time.
Summary: Sam and Eileen decide.
Notes: Takes place in an alternate April 2046. Um, beware the sad.


Seeing Torey in the hospital takes its toll on the both of them. He’s just not Torey, not like that, and Eileen isn’t surprised when Sam knocks on her bedroom door that evening. She smiles at him sadly, and he swallows. They embrace without saying a word.

They cry and laugh and talk and cry some more. She’s not very religious, and she knows Sam isn’t, but they even share a prayer.

They fall asleep nestled together, taking comfort in the warmth and presence of each other.

In the morning, they’ve made their decision. They have to let him go.

Comments

[geena]

Oh god, talk about sad. The comfort Eileen and Sam seek in one another is nice and threads throughout this whole drabble, but ouch. I can imagine the two of them having to see Torey like that.

[sarcasticsra]

Idk why I decided I had to break their hearts, but apparently my brain demanded it. Who knows. The comfort they can give each other does help, at least.

Thanks.