Sunday Afternoon
by niesque, who admits that she does not own much more than a gourd, a lamp, and a large collection of stuffed animals. Note that Digimon isn't included in that impressive list. *cough*
note: this is a one-shot, obviously ^^;; I think I'll leave you to figure out who the person speaking is on your own. It makes it better, doesn't it?
note the second: Ah, please review :D Feed a hungry one-shot writer that's in desperate need of a continuation someday soon… okay, on to the fic?…
I wish you would leave me alone because it hurts to listen to you.
Your song, your voice, is playing a gentle melody that tears apart my heart, even if you don't know it, and it summons the thousands of songs I've composed to your eyes, your smile, your laugh, and slowly they're playing over and over again in my head, filling it until I can't summon the power to turn away.
It hurts to know that your song is not for me; that it never will be. That your soft murmuring is for someone else; someone special, and that those few words of tenderness are denied to me, and even more that I still wish it would happen, even if I know that it won't.
It hurts so much, and I still can't turn away from it. Because you've always been there, and in my mind I'm someone beautiful to you, someone special, even if I know that it's not true. And your song has the power to crush me and love me at the same time, and so do you.
I'm still as you continue singing, the soft chords of your guitar are surrounding me, twisting and awakening something inside me that I thought I had buried before. I feel empty, I feel lost, I feel helpless, because I still can't move, because I still can't turn away from you, even after all these years where you became, for that small moment, someone who didn't matter as much..
I finally find a pause and the spell of your voice is suddenly dimmer.. the guitar is still playing a soft harmony, and you're still sitting, bathed by the soft glow of the dark.. but it's enough to let me free, and it's just enough to give me that last bit of strength I never had before.
And I'm walking away now. The torn remnants of my heart are left shattered at your feet, and I'm standing here, drowning my sorrows and reliving something cruelly real. I close my eyes, saying goodbye to you while I still can, if I still can..
If I imagine enough, I can pass the wetness on my cheeks off as the rain.
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hm.. yeah. excuse grammatical and spelling errors, I really don't mean to offend.
*cough* err, okay. … please review? :D…