Post by beMMADfabulous on Dec 31, 2007 1:36:04 GMT -5
A/N:: This fic is based on the song of the same name by The Fray. I’ve been wanting to do a fic to this song for quite some time now, but my muse hasn’t been too keen on allowing me to do angst fics. 
Don’t be surprised if you don’t see another angst fic from me for awhile.
FanFic 100 Challenge Prompt #:: 055- Spirit
As the setting sun poured its remaining golden drops of sunlight into the Headmaster’s office window, an unusual sense of foreboding hung in the air.
“Albus, we need to talk,” Minerva said suddenly, though Albus could tell she had been pondering deeply over something for quite some time.
“Certainly,” he replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.
Minerva paused, weighing her words carefully before speaking.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“No, not at all.”
Albus smiled politely at her, and she returned with a soft but firm glare.
“I know you better than that,” she said as she placed her hand over his.
Albus rose from his chair and walked over to the window where the sun had almost completely descended behind the mountains. Something about the way that the shadows framed Albus’s body as he stood gazing out the window sent a chill down Minerva’s spine. Albus fell silent, but Minerva continued.
“I thought you trusted me.”
“You know I do,” he said, and for the first time, his words sounded bitter.
“Then why-“
“It’s not that simple, Minerva!” Albus interrupted, raising his voice.
“I’m here for you for as long as it takes,” Minerva replied, lowering her own. “Forever.”
“We don’t have forever. Time is never promised.”
Minerva moved to her feet and stopped just behind Albus’s shoulder, though he refused to turn his eyes from the window before him. She dropped her head slightly and closed her eyes briefly as if praying.
“I wonder why I even came,” she whispered barely loud enough for him to hear.
Minerva started out the door, her hand tightening on the doorknob as she turned to look back at him once more. The final sound between them had been Minerva closing the door behind her.
“He’s gone, Minerva,” someone said.
Minerva sank into a chair as she felt her soul drain from her body.
“No,” she whispered.
Her head swam with jumbled thoughts and emotions that she could not yet piece together. Albus couldn’t be dead. That wasn’t possible.... She had spoken to him just hours before. She had pleaded with him to confide in her, but he had shielded himself from her. Perhaps if she had only tried harder to communicate with him, this would never have happened.
“This is all my fault,” she spoke aloud.
Minerva closed her eyes, only now noticing tears the tracing down her cheeks. She dabbed her eyes with a tartan handkerchief, feeling her hands shake as she did so.
“Where did I go wrong?”
THE END
Don’t be surprised if you don’t see another angst fic from me for awhile.FanFic 100 Challenge Prompt #:: 055- Spirit
How to Save a Life
As the setting sun poured its remaining golden drops of sunlight into the Headmaster’s office window, an unusual sense of foreboding hung in the air.
“Albus, we need to talk,” Minerva said suddenly, though Albus could tell she had been pondering deeply over something for quite some time.
“Certainly,” he replied, perhaps a bit too quickly.
Minerva paused, weighing her words carefully before speaking.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“No, not at all.”
Albus smiled politely at her, and she returned with a soft but firm glare.
“I know you better than that,” she said as she placed her hand over his.
Albus rose from his chair and walked over to the window where the sun had almost completely descended behind the mountains. Something about the way that the shadows framed Albus’s body as he stood gazing out the window sent a chill down Minerva’s spine. Albus fell silent, but Minerva continued.
“I thought you trusted me.”
“You know I do,” he said, and for the first time, his words sounded bitter.
“Then why-“
“It’s not that simple, Minerva!” Albus interrupted, raising his voice.
“I’m here for you for as long as it takes,” Minerva replied, lowering her own. “Forever.”
“We don’t have forever. Time is never promised.”
Minerva moved to her feet and stopped just behind Albus’s shoulder, though he refused to turn his eyes from the window before him. She dropped her head slightly and closed her eyes briefly as if praying.
“I wonder why I even came,” she whispered barely loud enough for him to hear.
Minerva started out the door, her hand tightening on the doorknob as she turned to look back at him once more. The final sound between them had been Minerva closing the door behind her.
“He’s gone, Minerva,” someone said.
Minerva sank into a chair as she felt her soul drain from her body.
“No,” she whispered.
Her head swam with jumbled thoughts and emotions that she could not yet piece together. Albus couldn’t be dead. That wasn’t possible.... She had spoken to him just hours before. She had pleaded with him to confide in her, but he had shielded himself from her. Perhaps if she had only tried harder to communicate with him, this would never have happened.
“This is all my fault,” she spoke aloud.
Minerva closed her eyes, only now noticing tears the tracing down her cheeks. She dabbed her eyes with a tartan handkerchief, feeling her hands shake as she did so.
“Where did I go wrong?”
THE END
