Okay, so some time ago I wrote a solinh fanfic in french, and I thought I'd translate (and completely rewrite it) for the free day of @solinhweek.
(Please keep in mind I am not a native English speaker. I apologize in advance for any sentence worded weirdly or anything that doesn't seem right in English. It is also a bit purple-prosy and kinda cringe, so keep away if you don't like that.)
Falling rain - A solinh fanfiction
Pairing: Solinh (Sophie Foster x Linh Song)
Genre: Angst
Word count (Prologue & Chapter 1):
Content warnings: Mentions of war, death, ... (let me know if I should add anything)
Other: Established relationship, happens after canon events (they're both in their twenties)
Prologue
"Good night," I whisper, without really believing it. But she deserves to hear those words, to see that she's safe. As safe as she can be, at least.
Because I know that behind her closed eyelids and soft smile, behind her angelic face, the worst demons are tormenting her.
War never left us. Not really.
The memories always remain, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a good time to come back and haunt us.
They're there when I end up in tears, remembering those I have lost and hating myself for surviving, for not having fought harder so they could be by my side.
They're there when I wake up in the middle of the night scared not to find another person by my side. Scared that they took her too.
They're there when I see a shadow in the calm of the night or reflections in the sunlight, a reminder of the electric glow of force fields. And I wonder if it will all start again.
War beat me up, tortured me. And its grip never relaxed.
They already took so much and can't wait to rip everything away from me again.
I try to forget. But I see them everywhere.
In a strand of blonde hair. The glow of a flame. A stretching shadow.
In her eyes, filled with regrets and sorrows I know I will never be able to make her forget.
In her tired and pale face.
War never left us. Not really.
The demons just managed to bury themselves deep within us.
They make us regret, doubt.
Why should I deserve to be happy if others cannot even be anymore?
Sometimes, I let myself forget, for just a few moments.
But panic always comes creeping back
A call to order, a reminder of the haunting.
It never ceases to whisper into my ear, it's breath on my neck.
Everything is your fault. You could have saved them.
You failed.
And nothing you cherish will escape my claws.
And often, I want to believe it.
Chapter 1
In the room's darkness, a figure carefully got up from the bed where she had been lying and turned on a light, casting a soft light onto the room and revealing photos ornating its walls.
She approached a window and opened it with a slow and careful gesture.
For a few instants, the young woman gazed outside, enjoying the silence of the night before leaning over the window sill to breathe in the soft scent the rain had left behind.
The light raindrops were still falling, losing themselves in strands of Linh's hair, leaving her hair gorged with water and sticking to her face.
Silently, she moved away from the window, closing it gently. She left the room, pausing only to replace the bed sheets over her sleeping partner. At that moment, the bed seemed like an island lost in the middle of a storm, like a shelter where you could curl up, keep warm, and ignore the raging storm outside. She drew a shaky breath, she needed to get out.
"Sleep well," she murmured on her way out.
She would have liked to say so much more. She would have liked to whisper all the words she never dared to speak. She would have liked to confide, to finally open up.
She could have. She did nothing of it.
Linh liked to think of herself as a flower, waiting for the perfect moment to bloom. But each passing day felt like another in an endless winter, spring seeming further and further away, the warmth of the sun's beam slipping further away from her grasp.
So she stepped away, regretting everything she hadn't been able to say, every word that had stayed thought, every scream that had stayed whisper.
She delicately closed the door y, adding another wall between her and Sophie. Another hurdle to overcome. An ocean between two worlds. She almost wished to make a sound, to wake Sophie from her slumber. Maybe then she'd finally confess her truth. Maybe then she'd share her sorrows and pain. Perhaps then she'd finally blossom.
On her tiptoes, Linh descended the stairs, shivering at the contact with the cold tiled floor, which seemed like frozen blades sinking into her skin.
She shook her head to get rid of the morbid image. It was only the floor. Only the cold, cold floor.
She walked out, naked feet against damp grass.
There, she felt the raindrops against her skin. The soft breeze of the wind. She turned, expecting to see some sort of danger, a monster from her worst nightmares. She saw nothing.
It was only a breeze. Only the cold of the night. Only herself, in the menacing darkness, too familiar to be a true friend.
But she was never really alone.
Please let me know if you liked it, I haven't written much in English and would appreciate the feedback.
If I don't change my mind and decide I hate this fic, I should upload the rest soon.
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