Summary: Casey uses Splenda instead of Sugar but is Splenda turning into her Sugar?
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Don't own LWD
Splenda
At first he was just a...substitute. Like Splenda. (Better for me than the real thing).
It was after a nasty fight and the realization that I couldn't make someone feel something they simply didn't. (Passion is so overrated). I sat on the couch and cried and wondered when he stopped (and fearing he may have never started).
I had to have Splenda. I couldn't stomach the real thing anymore, I knew it was bad for me and that continual exposure would make me worse in the long run.
That's when he came in. He didn't look just like him, which may have helped more than it could have ever hurt. He smiled and noticed I was crying and put his arms around me and told me I was too sweet to cry so hard over someone who didn't deserve it. I silently agreed. The sugar was getting to my system. I needed a purge.
I took his hand, looked into his eyes and asked if he wanted to help me feel better. He didn't speak, didn't move and I was afraid I had crossed the line. Then everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
We took the steps up to his room, the farthest away from prying eyes and he kissed me and made me feel a million things I had never before felt.
I visited him twice a week as well as systematically purging myself. I broke up with the real thing and gave back every momento and stayed away. The healthiest way to go was to start fresh, I figured. (And it didn't hurt that I was being so well consoled through everything).
But...after a few months I discovered that I had stopped using him as a substitute. It was the real thing once again. I got scared. I was afraid it was going to turn into my Sugar Situation (as I referred to it) and backed away.
But he wouldn't leave me alone. In a fit of tears, bad metaphors and babbling, the whole thing came out. I didn't want him to be my Splenda, I wanted him to be my Sugar, I wanted the real thing with him but I knew Sugar was so bad for me (and yet, through all the white noise he still understood me).
Then he told me that he would be my Apple. Apples had sugar but the good kind and I could have as much of him as I wanted.
Sometimes sugar is good for you.
A/N: An idea that popped into my head. It's Cedwin by the way but I guess it could also be Dizzie if you squint and turn your head a certain way. It's late here so forgive me if it's crap. As always, thanks to my readers. Enjoy and tell me if you liked it.