Mirror

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Title: Mirror
Author: loadedsixstring
Pairing: BB/DM (who else?)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It's real in my head, does that count?
Feedback: I love it. Sometimes I post it on my fridge, sometimes I frame it on my wall.
Beta: nickelsandcoats and I LOOOOVE her for holding my hand throughout this whole stupid mess as I fought and fought with trying to add more to this. Everyone else can look for what *would* have been added, at a later date as it's own little ficlet.



I always loved how you could be so calm under pressure. “Cool as a cucumber," that’s what Elijah and Sean always said. I thought it was a dumb expression, but you just smiled in that slow, lazy way of yours and I forgot about it. I always loved how cheerful you were in the morning and I desperately wanted to be like that too. I tried so very hard, bouncing around the kitchen making your oatmeal. Never could figure out why you liked that crap, but you just smiled in that slow, lazy way of yours and I forgot about it. I always loved your musical talent. I would stare, entranced with the graceful way that your delicate fingers would strum familiar chords and your soft, angelic voice whispering the words on the wind. And even though my passion for music is deep, I’ll never be able to do what you do, as effortlessly as you can do it. I told you this once but you just smiled in that slow, lazy way of yours and I forgot about it. Then one day I woke up and remembered.

I was impressed when, for the first time, you decided to try yoga breathing to calm yourself down instead of running to the bathroom to vomit. The second and third times it happened, I thought you had finally managed to overcome your anxiety attacks. But you just looked at me in that needing-to-please-everyone way of yours and I knew. The first time you got up before me and started making breakfast I thought it was sweet. The second and third times, I thought you might be making fun of me, just a little. But you just looked at me in that needing-to-please-everyone way of yours and I knew. The first time that those grey eyes of yours made me feel transparent while I played my guitar, I was more than a little unnerved. The second and third time times, it was comforting to know that you admired my talent. You told me that once, and I would have answered, but you just looked at me in that needing-to-please-everyone way of yours and I knew. So one day I took you by the hand and I promised to make everything better.