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May Angels Lead You In

Title: May Angels Lead You In
Fandom: Squadra Speciale Cobra 11
Torque: Chris Ritter / Semir Gerkhan
Prompt: 030. Death
Rating: PG
Summary: "I tried to reach out and touch, to feel again the sensation in the fingers of your skin smooth, with the slight hint of a beard. But I know I only feel the coldness of death, and I want to remember Only your warmth. "
Notes: I took the table two months ago and I still have not started anything xD But I'm a lazy girl and this is known. However, with this promise that I will be diligent uu
Warning: Slash, Character Death, Angst. Yay -.-
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places mentioned here belong to me, and I'm not using them for profit. Oh uu



Black Black everywhere, around every corner, on people's faces.
black, or gray depending on the interpretations.
gray as the clouds that cover this damn sky like the look of people who are entering slowly into the church. Gray as the world around me, without you to give that color, that note of life.
raining, and I almost expected it. How could there be the sun on a day like this?
The church is silent, the songs have been extinguished. The funeral is over for some time.
But I have asked not to be a bit ', to be alone with you, peaceful sleep in front of me, wrapped in satin dress and a too smart for you that you always went around dressed Bell'O ; better.
final rest. I repeat till you drop what you would do a good vacation, you needed to rest and sleep.
you answer me that it was not your fault if you were sleeping night, and looked at me with that crooked smile that made me short of breath.
Now you've decided to get some sleep ', eh? I did not think I would have taken much literally.
escapes me a smile, and feel the first tears wet his cheeks. I did not cry for the entire facility, I cried when I saw you dying covered in blood, and I cry now?
Semir, you are stupid.
I'm tempted to reach out and touch, to feel again the sensation in the fingers of your skin smooth, with the slight hint of a beard. But I know I only feel the coldness of death, and I just want to remember your warmth.
The heat radiated by a smile when I walked past the office, and the heat of your eyes staring at me full of something that I can not define, something that could be called devotion, but at least I tried to be careful at the meeting, and the heat of your body, when it finally I could sneak out of the house as a teenager on a first date and I practically jumped on him after he opened the door before they let me play.
I will miss all this, I will miss so much. You were my companion, my partner , in whatever happened. Plan
try to wipe my eyes, trying to compose myself.
I'd made fun of course, if I had seen it. Then you would have caught my hand in yours, and you would make your close with that vague, as if in the end not doing anything special.
But now the only thing I have left of you is the ring. I do not ever take off, as I promised.
Andrea asked me what it is. I have not responded.
did not like the answer.
is out now, waiting along with Aida. You've always adored, my child.
now asks me to Uncle Chris, ask me when you return. I tell her that you went to a distant place, and he is not sure that you will return.
Sometimes I want to tell you that I wonder that too, when you return.
Why you do, it I'm sure. You did good.
When I thought it was over, I was gone, when I was about to throw our relationship in the toilet, reappearing as if nothing had happened, retrieving it and putting it back together piece by piece.
you succeed this time too? I hope so. I hope so for me, for us.
I hope I can be happy up there in the way you wanted, you find what you were looking for.
do not ask you to watch over me, because I know that you're already doing, as in life.
And do not even ask not to annoy them with your memories, with our memories, because then I know you'll do the same. But thinking
I do not want to abandon them, and every so often you'd better bring them back in front.
Know that I loved you more than my life, and continue to do so, now and forever.
Rest in peace, Chris.