Title: The Fine Line
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: A dark, twisted sort of LindseyxAngel
Words: 137
In the midst of randomly typing while watching Hannah Montana, this is what I got. I hope at least someone likes it :))
There's a fine line between love and hate.
No one knows that better than you, Lindsey McDonald.
You lie in bed, fingers curled loosely around a stake.
The wood feels foreign against you skin as you imagine plunging it into his heart.
You stare absently at the ceiling with bloodshot blue eyes.
Until the dark silence is broken by the ringing of a phone.
You don't move, only glance at the phone.
Ring…
I love you…
Ring…
I hate you…
Ring…
I love you…
One last ring.
"You've reached Lindsey McDonald. You know what to do. *Beep*."
His voice fills the room. "Linds—it's me. It's Angel—I just need…I need you tonight. So…call me back."
There's a fine line between love and hate.
And suddenly the stake feels so right in your hand.
I hate you…
Just say the words…
You love it? You hate it?
Will I ever stop writing in 2nd person?
Reviews, my dearie darlings???
~sparrowxlight :))