The Boy Who Wants to Fly

He is listening to the radio as I enter his room with a tray of breakfast - two slices of toast, butter, and a glass of milk because he wouldn't take anything else. The annoyingly jovial breakfast show broadcasters are talking about some exotic holiday destinations. I doubt that he understands any word, but I know he really enjoys the sound the device makes. His eyes wander across the room, dark since the curtain hasn't been opened yet. Finally he acknowledges my presence and I smile at him.

"Good morning, Mr Evans," I say, putting the tray on a small table across where he's sitting. "Hungry yet? Fresh milk today, just the way you like it. And why is it so dark here?" I open the curtain and he squints.

I give him an apologetic look, and he takes his milk. He takes a sip, and then puts the glass back down without a word. I sigh.

Rasa

“Aku takkan mati.”

Kata-kata itu terus terngiang di benak Roy, meskipun tiga minggu telah berlalu. Ia masih hafal betul getaran setiap suku kata. Menusuk setiap jengkal pori-pori kulitnya seperti angin musim dingin. Roy bukan pria penakut. Ia telah menghadapi berbagai ancaman, ujian, dan pertempuran. Tak satu pun dapat melumpuhkannya. Tetapi tiga kata itu terus mengangkat bulu romanya. Roy memejamkan mata, tapi cepat-cepat ia membukanya lagi. Dalam gelap, kata-kata itu menggema dan terdengar makin keras. Fungsi otak dan telinganya jauh meningkat ketika matanya terpejam. Roy membenamkan kepalanya di tangannya yang kasar, dan telapak tangannya menyentuh rambut pirangnya yang basah penuh keringat.

All the Way

Type: Fan fiction
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: K+
Fandom: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fic.

It was a chilly morning when she arrived.

A big signboard greeted her. Or, she thought, mocked her. She sighed. She never thought that life would lead her to this point. Never, even in her wildest imagination. She tried to hold back her tears. She was strong. It was no secret that Alex Cabot, the Ice Queen of an ADA, never cried. But this time she did anyway. She felt a few drops of water filling her eyes. She didn't care. After all, for awhile she would not be Alexandra Cabot. That name, with all its glory, she had to throw away for Heaven knew how long. Again, she sighed.

Gone with Regrets

As you died, part of me was gone, too.

It sounds so much of a cliché, but it is beyond true. I am now a different person than I was when you were around. Everybody says so, and I couldn’t agree more. A huge part of me left as you did. That part left me a person I am now. A person I don’t even recognize. A stranger to myself.

You were part of me. You were my partner, mentor, best friend. You were whatever I needed you to be. You were always there for me. It was always you. Not my sister, not my parents. It was you.

But I was so selfish that I wanted more. I wanted you to be more than my partner, more than my best friend. I wanted you. It was inevitable. We spent too much time together, much to my liking. It was a torture—for you didn’t know how I truly felt about you in those times we’d spent together, but it was sweet at the same time. It was a beautiful agony.

Pulang

Untuk entah keberapa kalinya ia baca ketiga surat itu. Surat pelipur lara, pengingat bahwa masih ada yang berharga di dunia ini yang ia miliki. Tak ada kata-kata bersayap, tak ada majas-majas manis ala penyair, tetapi baginya kata demi kata dalam surat-surat itu lebih indah dari syair manapun. Kata-kata itu yang dengan hangat menyentuh hatinya yang dingin, dengan setia menemaninya di kala sepi menghampiri.

Tuhan berkati, Anakku, lekaslah pulang. Kata surat pertama. Surat yang ditulis seorang ibunda yang tak henti-hentinya merapal doa setiap malam, memohon agar putra kesayangannya lekas kembali dengan selamat. Hati sang putra pedih membayangkan air mata ibunya yang tumpah di lantai gereja di kampung halaman mereka, suaranya yang parau memohon hal yang sama kepada Tuhan. Ia teringat ketika ia masih kecil, tak lebih dari tujuh tahun usianya, dibawa sang ibu melihat parade tentara berseragam yang gagah.