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Title: Tragedy
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Dom's become sure of things.
Notes: This. Is. A. Deathfic. Drabble. 100 words, and there is death in it. Be. Warned. Let's get this straight. 100 word drabble. Deathfic.
Dom doesn't cry over Billy. Dom doesn't cry over anybody, anyone, or anything. After all, he doesn't even love Billy, really. It's more a strong case of like. So it makes sense that Dom is sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over a newspaper notice (two inches wide, ten long) about the tragic accident that claimed the lives of one actor, one dancer, and two drivers. His eyes aren't crying, but they burn something fierce.
And maybe, maybe he didn't love Billy.
He's pretty damn sure he was in love with him though.
end
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened.
Summary: Dom's become sure of things.
Notes: This. Is. A. Deathfic. Drabble. 100 words, and there is death in it. Be. Warned. Let's get this straight. 100 word drabble. Deathfic.
Dom doesn't cry over Billy. Dom doesn't cry over anybody, anyone, or anything. After all, he doesn't even love Billy, really. It's more a strong case of like. So it makes sense that Dom is sitting at the kitchen table, hunched over a newspaper notice (two inches wide, ten long) about the tragic accident that claimed the lives of one actor, one dancer, and two drivers. His eyes aren't crying, but they burn something fierce.
And maybe, maybe he didn't love Billy.
He's pretty damn sure he was in love with him though.
end