TITLE: Burnt

AUTHOR: Rainy D

PAIRINGS: Sam/Frodo, Sam/Rosie

RATING: PG

DISCLAIMERS: Dude, if I owned these boys, all hell would have broken loose long ago.

SUMMARY: Torn apart by love

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sam angst. Slashy. And yes, I like Rose. She's cool.

And it's been a while,

Since I seen the way the candles light your face.

And it's been a while,

But I can still remember just the way you taste.

- Staind, It's been a While

I miss you.

I miss you so much. Your touch, your voice, your smile. Especially your smile. It wouldn't have been so bad if perhaps you'd gone away. But…but you're right there...I-I don't understand anymore.

Is it her? My Rose lass? I don't know. When I'm with her, you lean over your book, and hardly ever talk. Never to her, and only 'Mmm' to me. I've seen the way you look at her. It's not hatred, it's jealousy. Your eyes could almost have flashed green every time you see us together, your brilliant blue eyes...

Fire is a beautiful thing sometimes. But then, it can get out of control, spiralling up and up, burning faster and harder, screaming at the sky. There's a fire in you. Sometimes it draws me. Sometimes it scares me.

Old flame still burns, they say. You still love me, they say. But that can't be, I say. We've seen the way he looks at you, they say. He yearns.

You're always writing in that book. Sometimes it seems you wish you could just get inside it and escape from the world, back to adventure, back to places unseen and people unknown. Back to us. Us...

Us. We. You and I. What we had was wonderful, but it's gone. The fire died. The rain fell. And I lost you. But I gained her. My beautiful Rose lass. I love her so much. But a different kind of love. What I had with you was…rushed. Hasty. Pushed into being, then over as soon as it began. At first it was my admiration for you, where every waking moment, I wished I could be you. Then I realised, I didn't want to be you. I wanted you. Your hair, your skin, your lips. Your lips…

I can still remember what you tasted like. You were like - like autumn. I could taste the fruits on your tongue; I could feel the leaves in your hair. Yes, you were like autumn. But Rose…she is everything and more. She tastes like raspberries and snow and sugar all in one. When I kissed you, I got passion and lust. When I kiss her, I can almost feel her love pouring into me.

I think about us a lot now. After the rumours. Do you still love me? I think I see it in your eyes sometimes, when you're writing about us. You miss those bits out when you're reading to Elanor. My dear Elanor, my star, my light. Did I call you that once?

You write much more than you used to. Rose thinks it's because you might forget if you don't get it down quick. But no one could ever forget the horrors we saw, the things we said, the times we shared. The...passion...

I...do love you, I think. But not in the way I used to.

I miss you.

I miss the old you. The way you were before the journey, before the ring, before us. The way you laughed and smiled. The way you always burnt bacon when you cooked. The way you bit your lip when you were thinking. The way you sniffed when you cried.

I miss all that.

I miss your fire.

No...I miss your love.