Author's Note: Made this quick little ficlet cuz I haven't posted in a while...
Summary: Caspar sets Joe free (not in the breakup way, don't worry :))
Caspar can almost feel the heat licking at his skin as he walks toward the sandy shore, head down. His brows are furrowed, his eyes are wet, yet they feel so, so dry. He can hear the silence of his flat ringing in his ears and he's still trying to get used to it, though he probably never will.
Joe was in his hands. In ash and dust, encased in glass. So fragile, just like Joe was.
It's a nice windy day on the beach today, the same beach he'd strolled on with Joe a mere few months ago. But time passes in a blink, and all it is now is a distant memory, only a bringer and reminder of the pain that Joe will never, ever come back. Caspar can almost see small footsteps ahead of him on the sand, as if Joe were waiting.
Hah.
Joe was never the kind of man to be hidden from sunlight, never the kind to want to be imprisoned in dirt forever. Never the kind to be left to rot and die in the darkness of a coffin.
So Caspar sets him free.
The ash fly by and settle.
But even dust was made to settle
And if we're made of dust, then what makes us any different?
Author's Note: Why are they so angsty, you ask? Cause dat is who I am.
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Jaspar One-Shots
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