I wake from a dream, not of you, resentful; you are the nightmare I didn't have. Our lives were entwined by some purpose unknown; larger than us and greater; we, its unwilling servants. Debris from some cosmic cataclysm, become conscious; beautiful and doomed: longing to become whole again or to finish the job. We burn. We create, we destroy. We can't stop.
You have been a part of me (apart from me) from the first: The things we fear most are
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Author: inlaterdays [email/website]
Details: Standalone | G | 0k | 01/09/09
Category: UST, Angst, Vignette
Summary: A stream-of-consciousness snippet originally posted to mk_drabbles on LiveJournal on 4 Apr 2008.
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