First shot at a Greek fanfic; don't hate me :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Greek;
my life just kinda sucks that way.
Everything is You
'And it's love and hate and all these emotions
I never thought that'd you'd be going
Now I'm just going through the motions
Where everything is you, Everything is You.'
- Eli Young Band
I thought I wanted everything. All the fame, all the money, all the freedom that came with being a Chambers. I thought that would all make me finally feel complete. Love and happiness might have been factors, long ago, but both naïve theories fell short to the density of the actual material concepts, the things I could see and touch and own. I believed everything in the world would fill the void that reality and any past desires may have left and eventually, eventually I wouldn't feel pain anymore; I would just have everything.
Unfortunately, I wasn't lucky enough to get away with that idea; he wouldn't let me get away with that idea. He just wouldn't let me get away.
He made me feel. Joy, anger, surprise, interest, sadness, lust, love, loss; he made me feel everything. Suddenly I couldn't just go through the motions; I couldn't just have everything and be content. The fame I had so viciously striven for suddenly felt violating and repressing. The money I had let control my life and guide me in all my affairs was suddenly obsolete. And the freedom, the freedom that I had so indubiously prided myself on suddenly suffocated me, like trenchant fingers around my small neck. There was no fame like his glorifying words, there was no money like his undying love, and there was certainly no freedom that could compare to the freedom I felt in his arms.
And suddenly all my superficial walls fell to the ground, all around me. Leaving me there with nothing; naked and bare, vulnerable.
Then they came. Like a spring downpour, epiphany after epiphany. My love and passion for this boy couldn't be hindered nor shielded by my content or my complacency with my fiancée.
Tragic it only took me the length of forever to figure all of this out.
The words that follow, the story that precedes this prologue, those words are my story, our story.
The words that follow are my everything.
love you,
*addie j