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writetomyheart2015-08-15 06:59 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-15 06:59 pm
[team sonic] I can't find you in the body lying next to me
First word from here. Title from Ghost by Halsey. This is part one of A little loneliness inspired by I'm Back by Danson Tang featuring Amber. This story is followed by there's a storm you're starting now.
Unsent messages have piled up in the folder, days and days and days that she's been sitting here, writing letters to him, waiting for him to wake up, as the stars paint the void outside red, shifting away forever, only a tiny section of blue marking the way they're going. It's nowhere in particular, just away, or at least that's all Amber knows.
She doesn't know anything else.
"Danson will tell you when he wakes up," is all she remembers, but the voice she can't put a face to never said when.
It's hard to count space in time, but Amber's had a lot of time to figure things out. When Danson wakes up, he might want to know, after all.
In Earth years, because that's where he was born, they've been flying now for ten million five hundred and seventy three thousand two hundred and ninety four years, give or take some months because they're travelling too fast to calculate that precisely.
Amber wonders how much longer she'll be waiting for Danson to open his eyes.
She wonders why he went to sleep in the first place.
Unsent messages have piled up in the folder, days and days and days that she's been sitting here, writing letters to him, waiting for him to wake up, as the stars paint the void outside red, shifting away forever, only a tiny section of blue marking the way they're going. It's nowhere in particular, just away, or at least that's all Amber knows.
She doesn't know anything else.
"Danson will tell you when he wakes up," is all she remembers, but the voice she can't put a face to never said when.
It's hard to count space in time, but Amber's had a lot of time to figure things out. When Danson wakes up, he might want to know, after all.
In Earth years, because that's where he was born, they've been flying now for ten million five hundred and seventy three thousand two hundred and ninety four years, give or take some months because they're travelling too fast to calculate that precisely.
Amber wonders how much longer she'll be waiting for Danson to open his eyes.
She wonders why he went to sleep in the first place.