Part II: Empty Garden
Pairing: J/C D/C Ganymede/C (all implications)
Warning: Angst, deathfic, self-mutilation
"He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name"
-Elton John, 'Empty Garden (hey, hey johnny)'
He looked at the sky. The clouds were a deep blue around the full moon, the air crisp, fluttering the curtains April had hung to make the room feel more relaxing.
The room was empty.
David twisted a hand in the plain white fabric, resting his head against the stone. His fingers tightened, and he pulled the cloth to his face, trying the choking sounds he let slip.
He closed his eyes against the thoughts swimming in his mind. The strong hand curling under his own, before it became frail and limp on cold sheets. The blonde hair catching in the sun as the boy dragged him around fields, before walking hurt him.
Before living hurt him.
The curtains were edged in lace- almost sharp- the swirling, itchy bits scratched his face. His cheeks were red, from the scratches, from keeping something bigger than him inside.
If he closes his eyes, too, maybe it will be just a trick of the light. A bad dream. Nightmares.
David closed is eyes. They were blurry when he opened them, everything in the room appeared as if it was immersed in water. He sank to the cold floor.
In Christopher's room, David pulled the curtains down and cried.
A/n: All I have left is Jalil. Jalil was originally the second chapter, and then my computer froze. So. There. One more boguht of depression and I'm done. ...Even though I have that other sad fic to finish.