California King Bed
Words: 362
Song: California King Bed
Artist: Rihanna
Tv Show: NCIS: Los Angeles
Couple: Special Agent Kensi Blye and 'Jack' (Let's just call him Leuitenant Jack Serein, USMC - that's what I'm calling him!)
Disclaimer: NCIS: Los Angeles was created by Shane Brennan, even 'Jack' belongs to him - 'California King Bed' is sung by 'Rihanna'.
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Chest to chest -
Nose to nose -
Palm to palm,
We were always just that close
Wrist to wrist -
Toe to tow,
Lips that felt,
Just like the inside of a rose.
So how come when I reach out my fingers,
It feels like more than distance between us...
...
Haunting her was the sound of silence around her. There was only silence in the room she shared with her fiancée that only held the sound of her breathing.
Only the sound ofherbreathing...
Her fiancée was many things, he was fearless, he was no coward. He had gone to war, and came back with few scars, and a diagnosis of PTSD.
His diagnosing of PTSD began pulling him from her. He began drifting away; he was both physically and mentally being pulled away from her. She was losing him to the illness, and it continued to scare her, that maybe this illness would pull him away from her forever.
But she had continued to fight that feeling. She began to fight against the thoughts of losing him and began to work with him. Each time it tried to take him away from her, she fought for him to be brought back to her.
She refused to let it take away her fiancée.
But as she sat up and looked to where he should lay, he was no longer there. She stood silently, slowly, and began walking through the empty house.
Everything that was his – was gone. There only being that one photo that he own, left on the table.
In the kitchen, taped to the fridge, was a piece of paper. On that paper, were only two words – 'Dearest Kensi,' but on the other side, lay more words that killed her inside.
She ran back to the bedroom, clutching the paper close to her. Throwing open the closet doors, she found it bare, only her clothing remained.
She sank down the wall beside the bed, she dropped the paper, letting it float to the ground.
'I love you; I am sorry
love, Jack'
Those words were eating her inside.
He was gone…
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Hey!
That one was a memeber of my 'iPod challenge' that Jayme has me doing. Both her and I are trying to find everything that I've lost during my laptops tempa-tanrtum, so it's slowly getting there.
I wrote that one out of sheer BOREDOM, while thinking of different ways to get annoyed with the techies at school :)
I'll post another one - I think one - in a few minutes, just got it back from Jayme.
Byee;