*author's note*
review for a virtual gingerbread man because it's nearly christmas and i'm feeling gingerbready (if you don't like gingerbread men, fret not - it's only virtual)
~ * they were both breaking, piece by piece, but neither one would show it * ~
"I'm tired of fighting."
Those words kept replaying in his mind, three weeks after they were first spoken. How dare he? Who was he to say that? He, the one who was supposed to fight for them. The one who promised to protect Jade, at all costs. He could safely say that he had failed on both counts. Sure, he may have been tired of the constant fighting, but that didn't give him the right to say it out loud, especially not in front of their friends. He had humiliated her, in the worst way possible.
If he could just rewind to a time when they were truly happy (he couldn't quite remember when that was, if he was being honest with himself), then everything would be okay, and he wouldn't be sat here, alone. Alone, in the dark (he couldn't muster the energy to walk to the light switch). Alone, in the dark, with a bottle of Jack Daniel's (he didn't mind the taste of it, and it made him feel the slightest bit better). He just wished he could be there with Jade in his arms, kissing her soft head, whispering into her smooth hair, squeezing her pale thigh, his hand sliding up, and up, and...he didn't have that anymore. Sure, she walked out, but he let her. He let her walk out of that fucking door.
He tried to tell himself that they'd be back together within a week, that she would come into his RV, at whatever time in the morning, screaming bloody murder, and then he'd tell her how much he loved her (more than he could say) and they'd kiss and make up (the best part of their fights). But as much as he tried to tell himself that, he knew it wouldn't happen. It couldn't. They were both stubborn, broken, lost souls; their paths had collided once, but the collision had passed, and now they would never cross again, at least not in the same way. He just couldn't stand the pain. It would be easier to not feel a thing. To be devoid of emotion. What a blissful concept. Yes, that's what he'd do - become devoid of emotion. The pain would end, and he could get back to normal (or as close as he could).
*author's note*
okay so i wrote this stor ago, before i even thought about publishing anything, and back in a distant time where i knew how to write and had inspiration pouring out of my ears. so, apologies for this not being completely original (well...it technically is...but i feel like a cheat). basically, i was scavenging through my old stories, trying to find a scrap of inspiration, and completely forgot about this. i kinda like it, which is rare for me, because i hate everything that i do XD. if you guys like it, i might post a second chapter, through Jade's perspective?¿? let me know!
ALSO the cover image is a picture i found on tumblr, all credits go to the photographer :]
okayyy that was too long for an author's note and i hate it :::)
peace out,
Egan x
