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Event: Angstpril 2025, hosted by: @chaos-company
Prompt: Day 1: Forgotten
Fandom: 9-1-1
Ship/Romantic Attachment: Eddie Diaz/Evan "Buck" Buckley | Buddie
Rating: T
A little back posting because I definitely only found this event today \(^.^)/
To the world it was supposed to be a beautiful, cloudy Tuesday morning. To Eddie and Christopher, it was something completely different. The atmosphere felt heavy, and like gravity was pushing down on their lungs. Christopher had lost something, and it was so tangible that Eddie felt the melancholy of the moment.
They had both lost something, and Eddie, for the life of him, couldn't remember anything that he used to find comfort in. The way that Buck’s smile would crinkle in the corners of his eyes, and how light his laugh sounded. Most of the time it could be mistaken for a chorus flying on the wings of the Southeastern wind.
No matter how many people told him it was the wrong choice, he hadn’t left El Paso. He never went back to Los Angeles to rejoin the 118 firehouse. Now, it was too late, and everyone moved on. Everyone. Including.
Baby blue eyes that could smash any wall that Eddie had ever dreamed to build around his heart. But ten years later.
Ten years later, he was starting to lose touch.
Those crows feet around Buck’s eyes were softening out into a bleary view. His voice starting to fade into ether where Eddie knew he couldn’t follow. Some days Eddie had to pinch himself to remember that his name was Evan Buckley, not just the frat boy nickname he picked to be called. And Christopher. He knew that something was wrong.
They had moved during such a turbulent time that Eddie knew that Chris felt the empty space that’s only coincidentally Buck-shaped. A good parent, would make sure Buck doesn’t stay forgotten in his son’s mind—or a figment of his imagination. A heartbroken man, however, will continue to live in the fantasy his son created where they never lost their other half.
It was too late to call. Or, to try and re-forge the bonds he already threw away.
He put his phone down, and tried to close his eyes. It’s better to just sleep away the pain before he could drown in it.