continua (continua) wrote in supernatural100, @ 2009-02-25 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | prompt 37: whisper |
We Were Never Meant To Survive (Jess, G, prompt #37)
Title: We Were Never Meant To Survive
Characters/Pairing: Jess
Rating: G
Word Count: 270
Challenge/Prompt: #37, whisper
Summary: Everything around her is faded
Everything around her is faded, the colours washed out like an old photograph. She holds her hand up to the sky and she could almost swear she sees right through it, veins and pale blood giving way to beams of yellow sunlight and fat, sleepy clouds.
"It's a beautiful day," she whispers, softly, careful and quiet even though no one hears her voice, not anymore, not for what could be a long time. Sometimes she wonders if that should be odd, if it should trouble her, but it seems natural and right.
It's just that no one listens, she tells herself. She always had to shout to be heard, had to be better, smarter, stronger. She got used to surprising people, defying their expectations. Pretty blonde girls aren't meant to have anything to say. Not anything worth hearing, anyway.
Sam was the one who listened, who never doubted her, not once, not for even a single moment. This was meant to be their story, she remembers, theirs, together, a whole life filled with plans and work and love.
Instead she was just the beginning, just the start. The catalyst, the reason. The lost love who started the hero on his journey, her own selfhood forgotten and cast aside, remembered only for what her death set in motion.
She watches Sam as he kneels at her grave. She should feel bitter, she thinks, but she can't quite recall how. A lazy breeze shifts the trees above her and if she concentrates hard enough, she can feel the earth, warm and damp under her bare feet.
Everything is so far away.