Offering

J/P, Rated G

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By Tracy126

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I walk towards the coffin clutching a single rose. Blood red, his favorite color. The color of his uniform; the last one he’ll ever wear.

I move closer and stand above him. His hands are laced upon his chest, stilled forever by the blast that killed him. I lean down and kiss his cheek, feeling for the last time the stubble that used to scratch my face when he kissed me.

I slide the green length of stem beneath his pale fingers, and lay the dark blossom on his chest. The tears rise, and then fall.

Tom Paris is dead.

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