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rainbowfic2015-07-30 02:34 am
starphotographs) wrote in rainbowfic2015-07-30 02:34 am
Alien Green 13
Name: starphotographs
Story: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival), Glitter: (http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/more-stones)
Characters: Corwin (POV), Martin
Colors: Alien Green 13 (I want to believe)
Word Count: 300ish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: What Corwin couldn’t understand.
Note: Companion piece to Do or Die.
Live and Learn
It’s a shitty thing to say about someone in your situation, but you’ve been pretty hard to get along with.
I mean, you always were. You’re a fucking pain in the ass. But this is a new low. And I could be understanding. Tell myself “well, he’s dying” and forgive.
But, I can tell from the sound of your voice that these are old resentments. Conclusions you’ve drawn about me over these past eight years, and kept to yourself just as long.
Besides, you’re not exactly dying.
You’ve already been dead a good while.
This is just you lying down and doing what you were supposed to do in the first place.
Still, I’m trying my best to understand what you’re thinking. The way I’ve been trying since the day we met.
Really, I think that’s the saddest thing about all of this: that I never really got you.
And now I don’t have time.
Maybe we just needed a few more good years together.
Now, we’ll be lucky if we get a few good months. And you’re still the same old moving target. Every time I think I’m starting to understand, I notice something new.
The only thing I’ve been able to pin down is that, no matter how unpredictable you seem, you never fucking change.
The you back then, who would pick fights in class and make money hand over fist doing strangers’ math homework for them. The you today, who rants all night about vultures and infinity and radiation sickness, screaming at me that it’s time to say goodbye. They’re one and the same. There’s nothing about either one that doesn’t immediately make me think of the other. I can’t articulate it, but the connection is obvious.
And now, I’m just doing my best to get my head around both of them
Before they leave me forever.
starphotographsStory: Corwin and Friends
Supplies and Styles: Graffiti (Summer Carnival), Glitter: (http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/more-stones)
Characters: Corwin (POV), Martin
Colors: Alien Green 13 (I want to believe)
Word Count: 300ish
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Choose not to warn.
Summary: What Corwin couldn’t understand.
Note: Companion piece to Do or Die.
It’s a shitty thing to say about someone in your situation, but you’ve been pretty hard to get along with.
I mean, you always were. You’re a fucking pain in the ass. But this is a new low. And I could be understanding. Tell myself “well, he’s dying” and forgive.
But, I can tell from the sound of your voice that these are old resentments. Conclusions you’ve drawn about me over these past eight years, and kept to yourself just as long.
Besides, you’re not exactly dying.
You’ve already been dead a good while.
This is just you lying down and doing what you were supposed to do in the first place.
Still, I’m trying my best to understand what you’re thinking. The way I’ve been trying since the day we met.
Really, I think that’s the saddest thing about all of this: that I never really got you.
And now I don’t have time.
Maybe we just needed a few more good years together.
Now, we’ll be lucky if we get a few good months. And you’re still the same old moving target. Every time I think I’m starting to understand, I notice something new.
The only thing I’ve been able to pin down is that, no matter how unpredictable you seem, you never fucking change.
The you back then, who would pick fights in class and make money hand over fist doing strangers’ math homework for them. The you today, who rants all night about vultures and infinity and radiation sickness, screaming at me that it’s time to say goodbye. They’re one and the same. There’s nothing about either one that doesn’t immediately make me think of the other. I can’t articulate it, but the connection is obvious.
And now, I’m just doing my best to get my head around both of them
Before they leave me forever.
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ps Corwin it is totally okay to tell someone they're being hard to deal with even if they are sick, just sayin' as a chronically mentally ill person.