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02 December 2008 @ 10:00 pm
Drabble: Last  
Title: Last
Author: Vesta
No pairing
Rating: R just to be safe
100 words sharp.

Notes: This is the eighth and last in the Under-verse, aka Shittyday-verse. Follows Under, Below, Beneath, Raw, Bitter Sweet, 'Please and Cold. I will, in a distant future, put these together properly. Eventually write a short background to clarify the situation. If you want the earlier parts, just follow the yellow brick tag.

Last breath and the first.

The shadows twirl, fill him up where the too bright moonlight has burned him empty.

Dry tears burn behind his eyes. They have waited for him. Patiently. Silently.
Took him so long to understand, not used to be shown the way.
Like bitter smoke and tar they surround him when he opens his arms.

"Dad". Patiently. Longingly.

They give it to him. It squirms under his hands, pulse beating under his tongue. Feels it resonate through his body, make his dry throat convulse. After, they lick the stains off his lips, share.

"Dad". Finally. Together.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

The Doors