AUTHOR: Hannah
A/N: Based in RL, not tv reality.
SUMMARY: Peter has received some sad news.
WARNING: Again, features Monkee death. I'm a happy soul, aren't I?
Peter breathed a heavy sigh as he looked up at the stars ? bright, luminous gems in the velvet darkness above. He was standing alone on the beach, with only his thoughts and the gentle lapping of the waves to keep him company.
It had been sixteen years since he had last seen Michael Nesmith and their last encounter had not been a joyful occasion. Micky and Davy had been trying to organize a reunion tour, but it hadn't worked out. Mike and Peter were incapable of being in the same room together. The once close-knit friendship had deteriorated to a pitiful state; a painful acquaintance. Nobody ever knew what had happened to drive the two friends apart, and they never would.
It had been sixteen years since he had last seen Michael Nesmith and Peter could still hear the echoes of Mike's embittered words from that final meeting. Sometimes, as he lay alone in bed, awake in the lonely hours of the night, Peter could see Mike's eyes ? eyes that had once looked at him full of tender friendship, turning to eyes burning with passionate loathing.
It had been sixteen years since he had last seen Michael Nesmith but even so, Peter had broken down in gut wrenching tears when he'd received the phone call telling him the news.
And so, he stood alone, feet bare on the coarse sand, gazing into the heavens, littered with the beauty of a thousand stars.
"Michael is dead."
Even as he spoke the words, Peter couldn't believe it. Didn't want to believe it. The words tasted bitter in his mouth. He collapsed down onto the sand and put his head in his hands, sobbing. Michael. The best friend Peter had ever known, who became his greatest enemy. Dead. Gone beyond chance of reconciliation. There could be no forgiveness now ? no opportunity for friendship renewed ? the time for apologies had passed ? that door had closed.
It had been sixteen years since he'd last seen Michael Nesmith and he would never see him again.
"I love you, Michael."
Peter whispered to the night, to the waves, to the man who would never hear him. Not now.
It was too late.
He had gone.
Forever.