Fic: All Your Tomorrows
Dec. 16th, 2003 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aleathielI don't know why I was in a depressed mood when I started writing. Here is the wonderfully happy fic that was the result.
Title: All Your Tomorrows
Pairing: V/O
Dear Viggo,
The sheets were cold on your side of the bed this morning when I woke. I lay there and cried. I always knew it would be you who left me. I always knew, even though you tried to reassure me with promises, telling me I was wrong.
But I was right.
I am writing this letter because there are so many things I want to tell you, so many things that shouldn’t be left unsaid between us. I need to write to you, to clear my head, even though I know you won’t read it.
I want to tell you how much I love your voice. How much I love your eyes, your nose, your hair (I don’t care that it’s grey, I love it and you all the same).
Do you remember the first time we kissed that day in the rain in Wellington? And what about the first time in public? Do you remember when they pulled me from the premieres? I remember your anger; do you remember my tears?
The house feels empty without you. There are still paints in your studio where you left them, your muddy boots are still beside the back door. You are gone, but our home is still littered with your things, unclaimed.
Where did the time go? We were so happy together. And yet you left me and now I am alone. So alone.
Perhaps it hasn’t quite sunk in yet, because no matter how many times I tell myself you’re gone, I still think that when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, there you’ll be, as usual, snuggled up against my chest, legs entwined with mine. Your lovely silvery hair rubbing against my cheek. I can’t quite believe you won’t be there.
So many things left unsaid. So many arguments unfinished, unresolved. But they don’t matter, those angry words between us. Right now, I’d forgive everything you’ve ever said and done if you would just come back to me.
Viggo – tomorrow I’m going to develop the film that you left in the camera. I’m going to look at the photographs you took, I’m going to see what your eyes saw. Maybe that will tell me something, will help me understand that you’re not coming back.
I think back to yesterday, before you left. It hurts that I didn’t know that would be our last kiss. Just another kiss like so many we’ve shared before. Would it have hurt me more to know in advance that this was is? That it was the end? Would it have ruined the kiss? Is it better now that I can look back and remember it with happiness?
And so I begin this morning, this rest of my life without you.
I will love you always.
You promised me all your tomorrows, but you couldn’t give me forever. Time stole you away, my love.
With all my heart,
Yours,
Orlando
He folded the letter and sealed it, kissing the flap as he had always done, then tucked it between the cold, wrinkled hands in the coffin.
Title: All Your Tomorrows
Pairing: V/O
Dear Viggo,
The sheets were cold on your side of the bed this morning when I woke. I lay there and cried. I always knew it would be you who left me. I always knew, even though you tried to reassure me with promises, telling me I was wrong.
But I was right.
I am writing this letter because there are so many things I want to tell you, so many things that shouldn’t be left unsaid between us. I need to write to you, to clear my head, even though I know you won’t read it.
I want to tell you how much I love your voice. How much I love your eyes, your nose, your hair (I don’t care that it’s grey, I love it and you all the same).
Do you remember the first time we kissed that day in the rain in Wellington? And what about the first time in public? Do you remember when they pulled me from the premieres? I remember your anger; do you remember my tears?
The house feels empty without you. There are still paints in your studio where you left them, your muddy boots are still beside the back door. You are gone, but our home is still littered with your things, unclaimed.
Where did the time go? We were so happy together. And yet you left me and now I am alone. So alone.
Perhaps it hasn’t quite sunk in yet, because no matter how many times I tell myself you’re gone, I still think that when I open my eyes tomorrow morning, there you’ll be, as usual, snuggled up against my chest, legs entwined with mine. Your lovely silvery hair rubbing against my cheek. I can’t quite believe you won’t be there.
So many things left unsaid. So many arguments unfinished, unresolved. But they don’t matter, those angry words between us. Right now, I’d forgive everything you’ve ever said and done if you would just come back to me.
Viggo – tomorrow I’m going to develop the film that you left in the camera. I’m going to look at the photographs you took, I’m going to see what your eyes saw. Maybe that will tell me something, will help me understand that you’re not coming back.
I think back to yesterday, before you left. It hurts that I didn’t know that would be our last kiss. Just another kiss like so many we’ve shared before. Would it have hurt me more to know in advance that this was is? That it was the end? Would it have ruined the kiss? Is it better now that I can look back and remember it with happiness?
And so I begin this morning, this rest of my life without you.
I will love you always.
You promised me all your tomorrows, but you couldn’t give me forever. Time stole you away, my love.
With all my heart,
Yours,
Orlando
He folded the letter and sealed it, kissing the flap as he had always done, then tucked it between the cold, wrinkled hands in the coffin.
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Date: 2003-12-16 02:03 pm (UTC)Am very shocked.
then tucked it between the cold, wrinkled hands in the coffin. Very beautifully chilling that line.
Keep writing please.
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Date: 2003-12-16 02:10 pm (UTC)Am very shocked.
Yeah, I didn't put a deathfic warning on it, because I was interested to see who worked it out before the end and what gave it away.
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Date: 2003-12-16 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-16 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-16 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-16 03:04 pm (UTC)So sad, but thank you: amazing, really amazing.
kisses!
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Date: 2003-12-17 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-16 05:16 pm (UTC)I worked it out but couldn't stop reading and now I'm all teary ;-(
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Date: 2003-12-17 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-16 11:41 pm (UTC)I suspected it somewhere around "And yet you left me and now I am alone. So alone." Then I reread the first paragraph and was certain. The abandoned paints & boots were probably the biggest clue.
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Date: 2003-12-17 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-25 04:28 pm (UTC)that's the second time you've brought tears to my eyes, damn you!
CFeng, anonymous already.