Part XI

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Title: Sadness
Author:obvmluver
Characters: Orlando, Viggo
Rating: PG-13, I think
Warnings: Very mild angst
Summary: The final day has come.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to hurt anyone nor am I making any profit with this. All mistakes there might be are my own.



Previous part:Memories



Orlando sighed as he entered the make-up trailer for the last time. Tears were burning in his eyes. He really had to fight against them.

He followed the make-up artist leave with his eyes. As he saw and heard the door click shut all the barriers he had carefully built were broken. For a long time he stared at Viggo’s mirror near his own. It was covered with photographs Viggo had taken, no actual mirror showing under it at all.

Orlando stood up and went to search for a piece of paper and a pen. Viggo always liked to scribble down his thoughts, poems, and sketch stuff in his notebook. That’s what Orlando found on Viggo’s chair, the notebook. He quickly ripped a page out of it careful not to peek in. Then he slumped down making a miserable sound in his throat. He had a terrible lump in his throat and it hurt. But what hurt the most was giving shape to all the emotions Orlando had hidden inside. Wiping his eyes he began to write.

"There are many things I’d like to say right now but there will never be enough space on any page of any book. I’m already gone when you arrive back here. I just can’t bear the thought of telling you face to face. I’m a coward, at that. And I don’t know when would be a good time to say these or if you even want to hear anything. I’ll take that risk.

Anyway, I think I better start by saying your presence made this experience worthwhile. You were able to erase the loneliness I felt and replace it with warmth without being told. You made me realize so many things but there is something I value more than anything. You made me see the beautiful side of every thing I had the opportunity to experience. And I thank you for that. Just like I thank you for so much more.

I know I’m making a fool of myself here and maybe I am. A fool that is. I hate to say this but my time here is up now. I’ll miss you so much, Vig. In fact I already do even though I can feel your presence lingering on this stool. Your stool.

Somehow this seems so final and I can’t shake that thought. I’m crying like a baby here and it is ridiculous but I can’t help myself. I realize I am babbling here taking the precious space away with every word but I can’t take them away now. To have at least some kind of a conclusion to this aimless stream of letters... I have to say...that I fell in love with you, long ago. Yeah.

Yours, Orlando"

Comments

[readgreekeasy.livejournal.com]

awwwwww sweetie this was so touching and sad

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Still there's more to come...

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"You were able to erase the loneliness I felt and replace it with warmth without being told."

So Viggo's not the only one who can write beautiful things . . .

[obvmluver.livejournal.com]

Poor Orli didn't think all that much while writing. He had the urge to write his feelings down, tell Viggo some things he couldn't tell face to face. But maybe you are right. Maybe he can make an effect with his words, without him even knowing... ;)


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