Love the way you lie. Pt2
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just love writing about them. So just read and enjoy! ^_^ this was originally created as a song fic to 'love the way you lie prt 2' by Rhiana however, I was given a big slap on the wrists and told that I cannot publish the lyrics along with my work, booo! so here it is without! (might I suggest listening to the song whilst reading the fic to give yourself a better feel) anyway! please enjoy ^_^ x
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Trowa pushed himself forward, pulling his duffle bag further onto his shoulder, wincing at the friction of his cotton shirt against freshly cut skin. He made his way through the huge east wing of the estate house. His mind felt numb, lost. He hurt inside. The pain in his chest eating away at his heart, he had to leave, to get out, he couldn't stay this time. He couldn't reduce himself anymore. He opened the front door, walking down the steps with a limp; his muscles were sore and bruised. He wiped blood from his split lip, snorting at the sight of it on his hand. How had he let things get so fucked up? He shook his head miserably and made his way to the garage.
It had been four years since he had moved here. Packed up his life and travelled half way around the globe to be with the man he loved. Back then it was a dream come true, he never would have thought that such a beautiful person would return his affection, want to share his life with him or to take him in and be with him for the rest of his days. He was like an angel, a gift from a higher power, sent to save him from his miserable, meaningless existence.
It didn't take long to see that even his angel had flaws. A darkness festering within, that rivalled his own. The cracks and stains of his halo began to show through and the twisted little games began to consume them both. Soon there was only darkness and misery. The arguments, the accusations, the screaming, the fighting, were all that was left. The guilt consumed him, a part of him knew that he was to blame, he was the reason that his angel had lost his wings. He longed for forgiveness that he knew he would never be granted, for corrupting the innocence, polluting the fragile mind of the one person he ever loved.
Trowa blinked away the tears, the bag slipped from his hand, falling against his car he braced his arms on the roof, his body shaking, he dropped his head and sobbed. His tears stinging the fresh cuts of his face; the misery seeping from him, his heart throbbed dully in his chest. Last night had been agony, another fight to add to the collection. His cut knuckles throbbed. He had punched the wall so hard just to distract himself from how much he hurt inside. 'He told me he loved me' he thought as his tears rained from his eyes, shaking his head hoplessly, 'Has it always been a lie?'