Author: Rome
Title: Over, Ironic, Over
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Bobby/Jack
Word Count: 295
Summary: He never told me he loved me, not the way I wanted him to say it, I guess he never really did.
Warnings: Drabble. The characters aren't mine, money is not involved.
It was Saturday. I begged him, cried to him. Asked him to take me, take me back. Back to him, back to the warm room. Back to his heart. He looked at me, threw his well used bag over his shoulder, squeezed his, rough, but yet soft lips to one simple kiss. The kiss of goodbye. The kiss of death. I hated him... But yet I loved him now, more than ever.
I was 17, had never been younger or stupider. My hair was dark, probably brown. Such a detail vanished many years ago. My name, my real name is unknown, however my other name I knew. One thing I learned in this life, is that life is ironic no matter how you look at it. What you really want, you can't get.
Red, beautiful blood was stuck to my body. My left hand struggled. I looked down on it, full of nice red liquid. I could taste the blood in my mouth. It came from my nose. I didn't notice my naked wet chest, all drawn up. Horrible, but yet sensual. I tried to find my way through the fire, but I seemed lost. I can still recall a rough voice calling my name, a name I now have forgotten.
It wasn't hard though. It was as my life was empty without him. Without him calling my name, without his rough touch, without him making things seem alright, without him helping me through life. I wasn't sure what to laugh or to cry. All I knew was that he was gone, and I was left. Left to live without him, continue over and over.
He never told me he loved me, not the way I wanted him to say it, I guess he never really did.