out of reach - max/ben

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joining because i can, and also because estel_willow is my BFF and she wanted me to join as well, so here i am! ^^ and i bring fic!


Title - out of reach
Pairing - [meh, if you squint] m/b - [max/ben]
Rating - pg-13
Word count - 483
For - estel_willow



she doesn’t remember when something broke so easily in her hands

this should have been different. this should have been harder. and not just in the way her heart aches as she looks at his face. not just in the way that it feels like a hundred knives have just shredded her into pieces. her fingers tingle with his body heat and she knows she should run, but she can’t move.

his words are still as clear as day in her head and she never wants them to leave. she remembers nights of shadow puppets and talk of the blue lady and she wishes that was all she knew of ben. wishes that he had stayed that way forever, but she’s beginning to realise that no matter how hard she wishes, things are always going to be just out of her reach, always going to be different and hard.

don't leave me here. don't let them take me

he couldn’t possibly have known what he was asking. she’d spent so long looking for her brothers and sisters and now he was asking her to kill him. to take the life of someone she loved – had looked up to. it tore her in half to see that expression on his face – to hear him talk about the nomalies again after his killing spree and the attempt on – god – father destry.

why did ben have to start all of this?

she wants to say ‘i love you and i will and im sorry’, but instead it comes out as ben, i can't carry you. we'll both get caught.. she has to turn her face away from his i know and pointed looks but it’s like they’re molded to her eyelids and all she sees is ben - her ben – looking at her and asking her to kill him.

she traces the back of his neck with her fingers, thinking how easy it would be to snap his neck and – she swallows, asks him to tell her about the good place, knows it will put him at ease. he smiles easily and it’s almost like they’re back to normal.

but things will never be like that again.

And when you wake up in the morning, you can stay in bed as long as you -

it’s so easy that it takes only a second. he’s not looking at her anymore. he’s not speaking anymore. he’s not doing anything anymore. and he never will again. it’s a feeling so profound she sobs, hands sliding up her chest because she can’t touch him. can’t defile what goodness the lady might have re-graced him with. she’s a killer. just like ben was.

and as she hears the helicopters, feet crunching leaves as she crashes through the forest, growing colder the further she gets from ben, she wishes she could be granted the freedom she gave to him.

Comments

[mythverdandi.livejournal.com]

This is just...a perfect companion to that scene. It's lovely. Thank you for posting it!