Shaking hands pressed the match to the tip of the cigarette, pulling it away as the cigarette ignited. A practiced but still shaking flick of the wrist sent the match to the roof, safely extinguished. Finally, the cigarette found its way to the mouth begging for the nicotine's touch. Finally, an exhalation, cadet blue eyes following the serpentine smoke as it twisted its way to the sky. Then, as the cigarette returned, the hand trembled less and less with each successive inhale.
He brought one knee up and rested his elbow on it, cradling his head in his free hand. It had all happened so quickly
"Listen, I don't think this is working."
"What are you talking about?"
"Us. I don't think we're working."
"But - wait, what- why?"
"I'm sorry. Goodbye."
And then, just like that, four months tossed out the window.
"I'm sorry. Goodbye."
Out the door he'd walked, slim figure disappearing into the darkness. He'd wanted to race after the other boy, scream his name, and beg him not to leave. Instead, he turned around and ran up the stairs, out to the roof.
A single tear snaked its way down his cheek, dropping to the roof silently, glistening in the light of the half moon. He sniffed, took a drag off his cigarette, felt another tear begin to course down his face.
What did I do? What didn't I do? Why did he leave? What could I have done to make him stay? Could I have made him stay? Why me? Why now? Why was it so easy for him to throw away us? For him to throw away me?
His hands were shaking again, despite the cigarette's calming effects. Occasional tears traced burning trails along his cheeks. He stubbed out his cigarette on the roof, then flicked it down, letting it fall to the street below.
His hand went to his left wrist, where a braided leather bracelet resided. Fingers clumsy with the cold, he untied it and stared at it for a second, sickened, then threw it off the roof after the cigarette.
A coldness crept into his body, sliding up his limbs and slowly wrapping its tendrils around his heart. Although tears continued to trickle down his face, he realized that he felt no sadness - only numbness.
It's only natural
The moon is just half full
We give our best away
We give our best away
Only love...
recently, something happened that ripped a hole in my heart. now, all of a sudden, i'm alone and scared. this story is the result of that.
snoddy and swifty belong to disney. the lyrics are from "december" by weezer and belong to them.