A/N: Hiya guys! This is my first fanfic, although I've written some other pieces before. I am not extreeemely sure about where this story's going, but I suppose I'll giv it a try. Don't be too harsh on me though. My only 'reviewer' of sorts, is my best friend and it's not like she's said anything bad about my writing. I'd love some advise though
Anyways, back to the story. Probably angst/romance but it might change afterwards. Read & review? Please? Pretty please with lemon meringue pie on top?
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Chapter 1: Pushing the barriers
It seemed like a long time till I reached my flat. He smiled at me from the other end of the corridor, an uncertain smile, a tired smile, as if he wasn't sure about what to do next. As a matter o fact neither of were. But what was the next step to this? I paused for a second and stared at him, then resumed looking for my keys. I couldn't look at him, not now, I just couldn't. I sighed as the door clicked open and got in. I undressed and got into bed, all the time knowing that he was still there, standing, staring into the empty space. I suppose that if my mother was still alive she'd say that we were playing with fire, and deep inside I know that she is right, but I suppose I don't care either way. It is the risk you take, like trying to catch smoke between your fingers; you always do, even though it is not possible, even though it won't happen. Even though it cannot.
"But as they say, better to have loved than not loved at all, right?" I murmur these words before falling into an uneasy sleep, the image of a tall man standing in the corridor, all on his own, still lingering.