Disclaimer: I make absolutely no claim to Desperate Housewives. This is not for profit; I'm just playing.
Story Summary: "But the world was gone, and for days and days and days, he did not exist, he did not know. Because of this, he had no idea just how much that first moment meant." Tom and Lynette. Some spoilers for season eight.
Gravity
A story by Ryeloza
Introduction
In those first few days, the world was gone, blacked out in some endless, starless night. If he only knew how close he was, not to heaven or hell, not to life or death, but to nothingness forever and ever and ever, the terror would be all-consuming, like realizing for the first time just what the word alone truly meant.
But the world was gone, and for days and days and days, he did not exist, he did not know. Because of this, he had no idea just how much that first moment meant.
It was so simple. Mere seconds in the long and winding road of his life. From nothing to everything in just a matter of seconds, he was suddenly aware. In midst a thick fog (his body was heavy and his head ached and he couldn't move or see or speak or even really think), he knew her. Fruity shampoo and the faintest soap or scented lotion or something he never could identify and everything else that was just her—after all these years, he knew her backward and forward, even blinded and barely conscious and scarcely alive.
For a moment, it was comfort and relief and security.
And then once again there was nothing.
A/n: I seem to be quite stuck in Tom's mind lately (probably in some attempt to make sense of where his character appears to be going on the show). This is based on the fact that, more and more, I think they aren't actually going to work out their problems, but instead be brought back together by some tragedy. So I'm putting my own twist on it before (and if) it ever happens.
I really appreciate any feedback you guys take the time to give. Lately, it's more and more motivation to write, so it means more than ever. Many, many, many thanks in advance!
-Ryeloza