Slighted Love


Summary: She wasn't at the funeral; couldn't risk it. He assumed too much in life of her willingness to risk for him, and she couldn't bring herself to give up her chance to disappear, just to pay him an honour he hardly deserved.


Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, they don't like me. Still.
No one pays much attention to the young woman standing at the modest, cursory stone that was all that could be alloted in honour of a man no one wished to honour. She's hardly used to being so easily ignored, but today finds it neither upsetting nor surprising.

She knows, somewhere in the back of her mind where she can still care, that she must look like hell. Hair lank and dull, eyes red and rimmed with dark shadows. Despite the drowsy warmth of the day, unseasonably warm for late September, garbed in a long, heavy black coat over a long, heavy black dress.

It seems like she's been cold for weeks; she just can't seem to warm up.

She wasn't able to be at the funeral – or rather, wasn't willing to risk being at the funeral.

He assumed too much in life of her willingness to risk for him. She couldn't bring herself to give up her chance to disappear just to pay him an honour he hardly deserved.

There wasn't even a body to bury.

A part of her is glad the marker is all but meaningless; she doesn't think she'd be able to do it after all if she knew he was really in there somewhere.

In one quick, sudden movement, she presses a kiss to a small bouquet, tosses it to the base of the stone and walks swiftly away, heels thudding softly against the hard packed earth.

Amid sweet peas for goodbye and pink carnations for I'll never forget you, a single, beautiful bright yellow chrysanthemum for slighted love.


End Notes: Whoo! Vaguely Canon Syndrome/Mirage! The kind where I don't inexplicably bring him back to life because I'm a fluffbunny! XD

Anyway, this was for Theme #8, Chrysanthemum, at the 101kisses livejournal community. Now I'm on #9, Illusion, and totally stuck. Sad, no? I cannot think of a story idea involving Syndrome, Mirage, and the theme of Illusion.