Post by xToTheENDx on Jan 29, 2008 2:41:09 GMT -5
Title: We Both Go Down Together
Author: Sarah Rody
POV: Gerard's
Rating: PG
Inspiration: "We Both Go Down Together" by the Decemberists
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies.
Warnings: None
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"Are you really sure you want to do this?"
Frank's voice is strained with nervousness as he speaks, staring off the edge of the cliff and gripping my hand.
"I'll go where ever you go, Frankie." I reply, my voice almost trembling when I think about what we're about to do.
"You do realise this could really backfire on us. There's so much that could go so wrong."
"I know. I'm willing to risk it."
"I am too, Gerard. But what if we don't die instantly?"
"We'll die eventually, regardless."
"I know, Gee. But," He looks at me, fear in his hazel-green eyes, "I'm scared."
"I am too, Frankie."
And so here it stands - the son of the wealthiest family in town standing hand-in-hand with a poor, homeless orphan; about to leap into the ocean and to their deaths. The story is a classic romance-novel tragedy, like the ones I used to read in my parents' library - we could both never be happy. Frank, because he is so poor. His life will never be any more than what it is now: homeless, stealing everything he owns, alone. I am unhappy because I can never be who I truly am. I'm forced to live up to my family's expectations.
But I think the main reason is because we could never have one another. Not as much in a romantic way (Although our relationship is a romantic one), but any type of relationship. We live in a small town in the early 1900s. A friendship, much less a romance, between to people of such opposite social status is strictly forbidden. For the last two months Frank and I have met by the cliff, seeing one-another in secrecy.
Finally, we decided that if we can't live together, we'll die together.
"This all seemed like such a great idea two nights ago." The salty ocean wind blows through Frank's hair as he speaks.
"..But now, it doesn't." I finish his sentance.
"I don't know. In a way it does; yet it doesn't."
"It may not be as easy as it first seemed, Frankie. But it'll all work out in the end."
"You're sure. You really want to jump?"
I turn to where I'm facing him. "Yes. But only if you want to."
Despite my brave front, however; I'm terrified. All I know is I'm miserable and Frank's miserable and we're always going to be and death seems the easiest way out and two days ago, this seemed like a perfect idea.
Frank looks out at the ocean again, a sad, thoughtful look in his eyes. "I'll follow you to the end of the Earth, Gerard. You're my only friend." He reaches out and grabs my hand again, lacing my fingers with his and sqeezing tightly.
In a way I think I'm doing it just to spite my family and I feel horribly selfish - Dragging this unbelievably loyal and faithful and innocent person down with me because of my own spite. But my heart tells me that's not true, and I believe it.
Frank's voice is trembling with fear as he speaks his next words.
"Well, if we're going to do this, I guess we should now."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
We slowly let go of one-another's hands and turn to where our backs are to the cliff, our feet barely on the edge.
"I guess this is it."
"I guess it is."
Frank reaches out and grabs my hand again, gripping it so tightly it's almost as painful as the aching, broken feeling in my chest.
"I love you, Gerard."
"I love you too, Frank."
And that's it, no last kiss; no final goodbye. We lean back and plummet into the icy waters and onto the rocks, to our deaths. Forevermore we will be nothing but a legend - the tragic story of two young men from totally different lives who's friendship could never be, and so they commited suicide by jumping off the cliff together. A hundred years from now no-one will know if it's the truth or just a story made to send a chill down tourists' spines - A story of a love that was forbidden in so many ways, but yet so true and so undying that the two men died so they could be together. Our names and our true stories will be forgotten with time, but our legend will live on forever.
And oh, my Love, my Love,
We both go down together.
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Inspired by a Decemberists song.
Comments?
Author: Sarah Rody
POV: Gerard's
Rating: PG
Inspiration: "We Both Go Down Together" by the Decemberists
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies.
Warnings: None
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"Are you really sure you want to do this?"
Frank's voice is strained with nervousness as he speaks, staring off the edge of the cliff and gripping my hand.
"I'll go where ever you go, Frankie." I reply, my voice almost trembling when I think about what we're about to do.
"You do realise this could really backfire on us. There's so much that could go so wrong."
"I know. I'm willing to risk it."
"I am too, Gerard. But what if we don't die instantly?"
"We'll die eventually, regardless."
"I know, Gee. But," He looks at me, fear in his hazel-green eyes, "I'm scared."
"I am too, Frankie."
And so here it stands - the son of the wealthiest family in town standing hand-in-hand with a poor, homeless orphan; about to leap into the ocean and to their deaths. The story is a classic romance-novel tragedy, like the ones I used to read in my parents' library - we could both never be happy. Frank, because he is so poor. His life will never be any more than what it is now: homeless, stealing everything he owns, alone. I am unhappy because I can never be who I truly am. I'm forced to live up to my family's expectations.
But I think the main reason is because we could never have one another. Not as much in a romantic way (Although our relationship is a romantic one), but any type of relationship. We live in a small town in the early 1900s. A friendship, much less a romance, between to people of such opposite social status is strictly forbidden. For the last two months Frank and I have met by the cliff, seeing one-another in secrecy.
Finally, we decided that if we can't live together, we'll die together.
"This all seemed like such a great idea two nights ago." The salty ocean wind blows through Frank's hair as he speaks.
"..But now, it doesn't." I finish his sentance.
"I don't know. In a way it does; yet it doesn't."
"It may not be as easy as it first seemed, Frankie. But it'll all work out in the end."
"You're sure. You really want to jump?"
I turn to where I'm facing him. "Yes. But only if you want to."
Despite my brave front, however; I'm terrified. All I know is I'm miserable and Frank's miserable and we're always going to be and death seems the easiest way out and two days ago, this seemed like a perfect idea.
Frank looks out at the ocean again, a sad, thoughtful look in his eyes. "I'll follow you to the end of the Earth, Gerard. You're my only friend." He reaches out and grabs my hand again, lacing my fingers with his and sqeezing tightly.
In a way I think I'm doing it just to spite my family and I feel horribly selfish - Dragging this unbelievably loyal and faithful and innocent person down with me because of my own spite. But my heart tells me that's not true, and I believe it.
Frank's voice is trembling with fear as he speaks his next words.
"Well, if we're going to do this, I guess we should now."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right."
We slowly let go of one-another's hands and turn to where our backs are to the cliff, our feet barely on the edge.
"I guess this is it."
"I guess it is."
Frank reaches out and grabs my hand again, gripping it so tightly it's almost as painful as the aching, broken feeling in my chest.
"I love you, Gerard."
"I love you too, Frank."
And that's it, no last kiss; no final goodbye. We lean back and plummet into the icy waters and onto the rocks, to our deaths. Forevermore we will be nothing but a legend - the tragic story of two young men from totally different lives who's friendship could never be, and so they commited suicide by jumping off the cliff together. A hundred years from now no-one will know if it's the truth or just a story made to send a chill down tourists' spines - A story of a love that was forbidden in so many ways, but yet so true and so undying that the two men died so they could be together. Our names and our true stories will be forgotten with time, but our legend will live on forever.
And oh, my Love, my Love,
We both go down together.
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Inspired by a Decemberists song.
Comments?
That's really good but it made me cry!! 
