Epilogue II: Last man standing
A/N: Ok, first things first. This has grown WAY out of proportion. It just came to me. On my vacation, I wrote two alternate chapters for last chapter-face it. It's almost over, and thank you all for your wonderful compliments and comments on this story. I'm not as skilled as the other writers and I got OOC. I'm glad I will bestow some sense, less grammatical errors, and review to this declaration-I have found love, and faced hardships for who I am and whom I loved. He still overlooked the errors in me and accepted me-and I still feel the acid in my veins from the consequences of religion and broken promises. Last chapter reflected what my life would be like had I pursued my love. Songs used for epilogues so far were with me by sum 41 and alibis by Marianas Trench and Heart in a headlock by Imogen Heap. I'll stop ranting-so read!
Distant flickerings It's
greener scenery,
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great
adventures,
Faces in condensation,
I'm going outside to take it
all in
The neighboring townspeople congratulated him pridefully. Ignoring the deep red bruises under his eyes, and rings of insomnia. His lack of even nodding to them accented his pitiful state. He should have expected this. He knew this was going to happen. No amount of praying was going to save someone who was already dead and granted an opportunity to right their self. He'd taken advantage of that.
You
say "too late to start got your heart in a headlock",
I
don't believe any of it.
You say "too late to start with your
heart in a headlock",
You know you're better than this.
Her metaphorical unbeaten heart sped rapidly. His mouth pressed into a dry line to wet his lips. His hands were clammy at her sides. Her wide brown eyes widened as so, that it resembled her sockets fighting to exit the paces.
"Please." He lead huskily, begging for relief in her. He grew a hard on that he almost got the other night. When one door closes another one opens. He thought.
He saw her rigid jaw, poised and prepared to say no, but she didn't. Something spoke to him that interpreted defeat. He pressed his lips to hot dry skin of her chest on the low cut shirt. She bit the inside of her cheek. He was too forgone to care to hear her confirmation or if he should be disappointed that she didn't want this.
He pinned her wrists to the wall above the futon he had pushed her in. Before discarding the shirt hiding her developed chest.
Wear
a different pair, You
say "too late to start got your heart in a headlock",
Just something out of step,
Throw a stranger
an unexpected smile.
With big intention,
Still posted at your
station,
Always on about the day it should have flied.
I
don't believe any of it.
You say "too late to start with your
heart in a headlock",
You know you're better than this.
(how
can you lose?) Afraid to start, got your heart in a headlock, I don't
believe any of it.
You say "too late to start with your heart
in a headlock",
You know you're better than this.
"Shizuka!" she choked as expertly his tongue nearly entered her navel. He did so again, using his fingers prodding the fabric of her entrance. Everything he did scalded her, her tears fell faster down her discomforted and unready. He trailed his mouth down to her tears. Draining the sorrow on is lips. He discarded the fabric on her lower half, pressing the tear stained lips to the intimate part. Her knees came down at the sides of his head. Temporarily leaving him dizzy he began frenching her down there. Clearly she knew what he wanted as she pulled down his fabric covered lower half. He grew excited. Literally. Right down there. Her resolve dissipated as he positioned himself. Her knees grew to wrap around his abdomen, pulling him inside her. She gasped out.
'I'm going to cavernous by the time he's done with me.'
You've
been walking,
You've been hiding,
And you look half dead half
the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it
I'm just keeping an eye.
Heat rose within them as orgasm approached. At last. He was done.
You've
been walking,
You've been hiding,
And you look half dead half
the time.
Monitoring you, like machines do,
You've still got it
I'm just keeping an eye.
Instantly, he was out like a light. Newly remembered, he thought of had been so stupid. He had done so wrong. Karma wasn't done. He woke up and she was gone. He spent hi time bawling for a grown man.
You
know you're better than this Can't make a start, got your
heart in a headlock, (how can you lose?) Afraid to
start, got your heart in a headlock,
but I don't believe any of it.
You say
"too late to start, with your heart in a headlock",
You
know you're better than this.
I don't believe any of
it.
You say "too late to start, with your heart in a
headlock",
You know you're better than this.
It didn't help when he decided to invite Watanuki and all he got was a slap in return. The two said nothing as he stared coldly at the blank archer. Enraged. Slowly, he backed away, unaware of the stairs.
"Shizuka!" He must have got what he deserved, but he clearly didn't remember a gory mess.
Maybe that wouldn't explain why a pressure was n his arm and a face inches away, painfully clear. Suffering from the dream that was his love's existence.
