Title: First Light
Summary: The mix of colors should have been beautiful. Instead, they remind him of what he wanted and would never have.
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: 4x20 ("Daybreak")
Disclaimer: BSG is not, and will never be mine. I am only playing around with a few characters with this piece of fiction, and no monetary gain is coming from it. It is merely a channel for creativity.
Author's Note: This and five other drabbles (Calm Before The Storm, A Moment Under The Stars, Distance, White Blank Page, and Rumor Has It) were written for Challenge 013 of the_applecart on LJ. Many thanks to all the people who provided the prompts that inspired these drabbles! The prompt used in First Light was "sunset" (by sci_fi_shipper).
He never imagined he'd be standing here, when the only constant for years had been the omnipresence of death. In this verdant field, backlit by an equally vibrant sky, those bleak thoughts are the last thing on his mind.
Kara speaks. Plans of bright, shiny futures disappear. He turns. She's gone.
Eyes open to a vivid sunrise. The mix of colors should've been beautiful. Instead, they remind him of what he wanted and would never have. He turns, eyes catching on flaxen hair. He releases the breath he didn't know he was holding.
This was their new beginning after all.
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