#i think about how hannah mustve felt getting boomer back

[fagtainsparklez]

For the fake fic ask game, stealing a lyric from the song I'm listening to bc im unoriginal: Gone (just like the gentle breeze of yesterday)

hannah's hands shake as she approaches the grave, vision blurring with tears and anger. she can't believe she was stupid enough to mourn him. to build a grave for him. every day, she'd come to their grave to monitor the flowers she'd planted at their feet. every day, she talked to him, because there was no one else who would listen and no one else who would care. she thought they cared. the phantom pains shooting down her back is nothing but proof of her naivete.

with a cry, the gravestone crumbles underneath her pickaxe. she hits and swings at the stone until it's nothing but pebbles, until she can no longer read the engraving of boomer's name on its cobbled surface. she will not mourn for the man who has never mourned for her.

OR:

after the loss of her wings, hannah mourns all that she's gained and all that she's lost.

[fake fic ask game!]