TILL OUR FINGERS DECOMPOSE (ONC 2024)

TILL OUR FINGERS DECOMPOSE (ONC 2024)

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It is when the bar is in complete silence that the barkeeper is the most content. That is until another companion comes to them in death and they are reminded of what they are still there for: memories of love. *** A woman who spent all her years in anger, but wants to spend her last minutes talking about her sister. A lover who remembers the one that got away. A man recounting the reconnection to his baby brother. A mother. A teenager. A barkeeper. TILL OUR FINGERS DECOMPOSE tells the stories of the ones who have passed on in conversations between the dead and a barkeeper who is only interested in hearing about their love. (ONC 2024 entry)
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.

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