[Prompt] #7: Waiting

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This week's prompt is... #7: Waiting.

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Prompt #7, Waiting: Only A Fool Would Linger

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This is my first post, so be gentle... Just kidding! Please be honest!


Title: Only A Fool Would Linger
Challenge/Prompt: #7 Waiting
Original Fiction
Rating: G
Summary: The effect of waiting for something you thought you truly wanted.
Author's Notes: Based loosely on a true story.


“Gimme a year.”

The words haunt her each day that passes, from the time she awakes to the moment the curtain of her mind closes and the audience disappears into blackness.

She gave the first year freely, through the roller coaster that followed the moment he spoke the words. The second passed so grudgingly, needing far more persuasion. Every step, every progression forward, ultimately felt as if they were made in vain.

The two of them aren’t even where they started; happy, content, with every little detail mapped out...

Tears well in her eyes as she takes another step back.
 

Original: Regret

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Title: Regret
Challenge/Prompt: #7 Waiting
Original Fiction
Characters/Pairings: Tony/Michael; Jason
Rating: G
Warnings: Er, (past) boy kissing?
Disclaimer: Mine.
Summary: It's not regret that he feels.
Author's Notes: A missing scene from a longer story.


Michael wants to punch Jason in the face, plain and simple. God, what was the other man thinking, to kiss him with Michael's boyfriend across the room?

He stands there, rooted to his spot next to the table and schools his features appropriately, waiting for the anger to build up inside of him and for Tony to appear. Michael doesn't know how to act when nothing happens, when all he feels is the echo of an emotion that had died off years ago.

He brings trembling fingers to his lips, and tries not to close his eyes at the memory.