In empty rooms
May. 9th, 2007 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silver_sunTitle: In empty rooms
Spoilers: End of days
Rating: G
drabble written for tw100
Spoilers: End of days
Rating: G
drabble written for tw100
It does not seem right that his office should be like this. That it should look like he has just stepped out for lunch. What right has it to look the same now that he is gone?
From habit I straighten the papers on his desk. Papers that I know he will never read, at a desk where he will never again sit or talk or laugh.
His coat still hangs by the door, his scent clinging ghostlike to it.
I hold it. The wool is rough and so familiar against my face I cannot stop the tears from falling.
From habit I straighten the papers on his desk. Papers that I know he will never read, at a desk where he will never again sit or talk or laugh.
His coat still hangs by the door, his scent clinging ghostlike to it.
I hold it. The wool is rough and so familiar against my face I cannot stop the tears from falling.