Title: A Slow Decent
Fandom: Brand New, Straylight Run, Taking Back Sunday (sort of... time frame is really before any of this)
Warnings: Slash fic. Language. The briefest of brief mentioning of sex.
I used to ask myself all the time, ‘How can one define life?” Because living is not just breathing and moving or touching and talking. It’s more. But sometimes it can be less. I find that when struggling to define an abstract, it’s good to use opposites. As if the world really was that simple. As in ‘up,’ it’s the opposite of down. And death? It’s the opposite of birth. And white- it’s the opposite of black. But where does that leave all the gray? What is the opposite of life? Is it truly indifference? Or is it an emptiness so deep you cant explain it? It’s like love and hate. There is no difference between the two. Too bad I’m just realizing that now….
This is a pretty old fic, that i wrote a while ago, but i never really bothered to share it, so i thought i finally would. It's a touch angsty, but i think that's probably implied with the ship. I guess i should mention that of course, none of this is real. i've taken extreme liberties with the characters and the situations. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!