This story deals with mainly domestic elements and a character going through chemotherapy. But, there is an actual plot to the story so do try to stick with me.
Song: Scar Tissue, Red Hot Chili Peppers
Scar Tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you cus
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
Two seperate beings.
Two different beings.
Both in humiliating positions.
The young woman is staring in horror at her reflection, he is standing at the foot of a throne.
She is bare, he is bound in chains.
She is sorrowful, he is angry.
"I'm disgusting," she whispers, tears brimming her eyes.
"I am not sorry," he whispers, an angry fire in his eyes.
Her body is shaking, and he refuses to give a sign of weakness.
Eyes reflect against them, a set full of sorrow and mourning, a set firm and angry.
"It's time," she is told.
"You are stripped of your powers," he is told.
Her eyes go wide over her shoulder, from fear and not surprise.
His eyes go wide above him, not fear but from rage.
She is dressed in a paper gown, he is led to the edge of an abyss.
She is laid back on a cold table, he feels the agony of separation.
Her eyes close against a flash, he cries out as he is hurled into hard soil.
Her eyes open as his does, tears sparkling in both and they speak in unison, both surprised at their own words.
"Help."
R&R please, flames and praise are welcome.