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elrhiarhodan) wrote2011-12-23 04:30 pm
elrhiarhodan) wrote2011-12-23 04:30 pm
White Collar Ficlet - A Twilight Memory (Fic-Can-Ukah Day 4 for Ladyrose)
Title: A Twilight Memory
Author:elrhiarhodan
Fandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: June (and Byron)
Spoilers: None, Pre-Series
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Memories are sharp, but the senses forget. Written for Day Four of the Eight Days of Fic-can-ukah, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyrose42. Her prompt is the title of this story.
A/N: Beta’d by my ever-wonderful friend,jrosemary. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
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The sun set over that impossible skyline, the city lights twinkling on like falling stars. She was alone. She had her memories. And her whiskey. That was enough.
June blinked, the tears fell easier these days, and wasn’t it time she stopped deluding herself?
It was hard being alone. Hard to pass the days with her friends and come home to a house filled with memories and not much else. Hard to climb into the that big, empty bed. Hard to come up here and recall how they danced as the sun fell past the horizon, how they made love under the stars. Hard to remember and harder to forget.
Maybe she should sell this place, go somewhere warm and bright and clean of memories. June tried to imagine herself living in a retirement community in Florida or Arizona, spending her remaining time playing bridge and listening to old people complaining about their bowels and bursitis and the million other ailments that happen to old people.
But damn it, she wasn’t old. And she wasn’t ready to give this place up.
The taste of the whiskey was smooth and smoky, not unlike Byron. She licked her lips and tried to remember his kiss, the feel of his breath against her cheek, the scent of his aftershave. But time had stolen all of those sensations.
She took her glass and went inside, through the elegantly appointed guest quarters and into the vast closet where Byron had kept his favorite suits, even those that were thirty years out of fashion and forty pounds too small. June breathed deep, but not even the least hint of a scent remained. All she smelled was clean wool and shoe polish. There was nothing left, it was all gone.
Like time, like Byron.
And maybe it was time to let this all go. Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. She’d take some of the suits down to the thrift store. And then talk to her son about putting the house on the market.
Maybe take a cruise - a trip around the world. Do something different for a change. Meet new people, have a life again.
June picked up her glass and drifted back into the apartment. If she closed her eyes, she could hear the music playing in the twilight.
FIN
Author:
elrhiarhodanFandom: White Collar
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: June (and Byron)
Spoilers: None, Pre-Series
Warnings/Enticements/Triggers: None
Word Count: ~500
Summary: Memories are sharp, but the senses forget. Written for Day Four of the Eight Days of Fic-can-ukah, for
ladyrose42. Her prompt is the title of this story.A/N: Beta’d by my ever-wonderful friend,
jrosemary. All mistakes are mine and mine alone. The sun set over that impossible skyline, the city lights twinkling on like falling stars. She was alone. She had her memories. And her whiskey. That was enough.
"Come, love - let’s dance."
Byron set the record to play and held out his hand to her. She laid her hand in his and he drew her close.
They drifted around the terrace, close and warm and after thirty years of marriage, still so very much in love.
“Are you happy, June-Bug?”
“Always, my dearest. Always. As long as I have you, I’m happy.”
Byron set the record to play and held out his hand to her. She laid her hand in his and he drew her close.
They drifted around the terrace, close and warm and after thirty years of marriage, still so very much in love.
“Are you happy, June-Bug?”
“Always, my dearest. Always. As long as I have you, I’m happy.”
June blinked, the tears fell easier these days, and wasn’t it time she stopped deluding herself?
It was hard being alone. Hard to pass the days with her friends and come home to a house filled with memories and not much else. Hard to climb into the that big, empty bed. Hard to come up here and recall how they danced as the sun fell past the horizon, how they made love under the stars. Hard to remember and harder to forget.
Maybe she should sell this place, go somewhere warm and bright and clean of memories. June tried to imagine herself living in a retirement community in Florida or Arizona, spending her remaining time playing bridge and listening to old people complaining about their bowels and bursitis and the million other ailments that happen to old people.
But damn it, she wasn’t old. And she wasn’t ready to give this place up.
The taste of the whiskey was smooth and smoky, not unlike Byron. She licked her lips and tried to remember his kiss, the feel of his breath against her cheek, the scent of his aftershave. But time had stolen all of those sensations.
She took her glass and went inside, through the elegantly appointed guest quarters and into the vast closet where Byron had kept his favorite suits, even those that were thirty years out of fashion and forty pounds too small. June breathed deep, but not even the least hint of a scent remained. All she smelled was clean wool and shoe polish. There was nothing left, it was all gone.
Like time, like Byron.
And maybe it was time to let this all go. Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. She’d take some of the suits down to the thrift store. And then talk to her son about putting the house on the market.
Maybe take a cruise - a trip around the world. Do something different for a change. Meet new people, have a life again.
June picked up her glass and drifted back into the apartment. If she closed her eyes, she could hear the music playing in the twilight.
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(You scared me with the title, though. All I could think was, She did NOT just do 'Twilight' crossover fic!!! I'mma fly to NYC, step off that plane, and slap her in the face. ;-) )
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And you know, Twilight is so far from my world view I had to think for a solid minute about exactly what "Twilight" crossover fic was!!!
I like having a reason to indulge in these short work pictures.
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Heartbreaking and lovely.
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