Hey TCC here, just wanted to let those of you reading know that this is a short one-shot originally posted on My Candy Love's forum, so it's short by FFN's standards. If you see something that looks like [i][/i], [colour=blue][/colour], don't hesitate to tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own My Candy Love or Titanium by David Guetta and Sia.
I am Titanium.
If I could be anywhere, anywhere at all, I'd be on a boulevard of gold, my name engraved into every brick, every cornerstone, every single smooth or rugged or friction-happy surface, the Winged Skull symbol I favor set every ten meters from the previous in the streets, and, most importantly, I would be made of titanium.
Titanium is like diamond, not quartz, second best-diamond. Nobody gets past titanium.
I was wrong.
She could.
I've never believed in love. Even saying the word used to make me sick, and I'd avoid biology in the springtime at all costs. Never once had I met a girl who wasn't whining, crying, or was capable of standing up for herself. To me, it felt anybody could think they liked somebody and they'd just be too ignorant to acknowledge that it didn't exist.
I was wrong.
She broke down my barriers, slowly, smiling and laughing and occasionally cursing at Nathaniel's stuck up sister. I never thought I would feel compassion for anything but my dog and my electric guitar, but it was undeniable that she was...cute.
This can't be real. Something in my chest...tightens, beats like a giant, a looming drum with a heavy melody, a bass that strung every chord of my body with an irresistible desire.
I never thought I had a heart.
I was wrong.
When I see her, she smirks at me; normally I hate being at a disadvantage, but she makes it feel like a privilege. I have to prove myself to her, strive for that disadvantage that is an advantage. Her smile...is like nothing I've ever seen. She can light up the darkest of rooms. I can't believe I would prefer that, but she is so, so worth it.
The dark has always been my niche, the dark with one or two neon lights that can't actually show that I'm there, just a ghost to haunt the victim. My electric chords ripping through the shadows and sending a wail that sang of isolation and loneliness...I thought it was liberating, that is was right.
I was...wrong.
Because, this is crazy...but maybe she can fill the hole where I thought my heart could be.
Maybe, with her in my life...
I could become titanium.
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