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Fic: the one who's always and never alone
Title: the one who's always and never alone
Characters (Pairings): Neal Caffrey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 104
Spoilers: Vague for S6 finale
Song prompt: Girl With The Red Balloon - The Civil Wars
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: He's surrounded by people and it still hurts.
Author's Note: This is a repost for tagging purposes - this was originally posted as part of Five drabbles (+ a little extra), but is also a S6 tag, and since I don't want that entire post in my S6 finale tag tag, I'm reposting this.
For more finale tags, click here.
Neal has learned that being alone has nothing to do with being around people. He knows this because he is surrounded by them and it still hurts.
He’s tired of being blown out of the arms of the people he loves like a helium balloon. (It doesn’t help that, this time, one of the winds was him.)
He’s sitting across from a fence, and he’s tempted, so tempted, to say yes, if only to surrender to the rush of a con, and, just for a few hours, forget where he is, who he is.
It takes him all his strength just to run away.
Characters (Pairings): Neal Caffrey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 104
Spoilers: Vague for S6 finale
Song prompt: Girl With The Red Balloon - The Civil Wars
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: He's surrounded by people and it still hurts.
Author's Note: This is a repost for tagging purposes - this was originally posted as part of Five drabbles (+ a little extra), but is also a S6 tag, and since I don't want that entire post in my S6 finale tag tag, I'm reposting this.
For more finale tags, click here.
Neal has learned that being alone has nothing to do with being around people. He knows this because he is surrounded by them and it still hurts.
He’s tired of being blown out of the arms of the people he loves like a helium balloon. (It doesn’t help that, this time, one of the winds was him.)
He’s sitting across from a fence, and he’s tempted, so tempted, to say yes, if only to surrender to the rush of a con, and, just for a few hours, forget where he is, who he is.
It takes him all his strength just to run away.