An: Short, sweet, and to the point...Well not really sweet, but who the fuck cares anymore. I'm giving you the next installment so WORSHIP ME! heheh just kidding.
The next song in the line up is...
Everyday Combat (Lostprophets)
Oh we dreamed a life,
It was just like that, was like that,
And just like that, and just like that it's done.
Oh we dreamed a life,
It was just like that, was like that,
And just like that, and just like that it's done.
-Time Lapse Lifeline (Maria Taylor)
He always thought back to that dream when he was about to fall asleep, the spark he felt when her fingers brushed against his stomach, her arms coming around him tightly.
He remembered the feel of her lips on his; how soft her skin was under his hands as he brought her tank top over her head; the beautiful contrast of her black lacy bra against her pale ivory skin; the dark blue color of her passion darkened eyes, God he remembered it all, painfully.
He remembered how tight she squeezed him when he was inside her, and he remembered how breathy her moans were against his ear.
He remembered how she cried out when she broke, and how tightly she held onto him afterward.
He remembered how perfectly her cheek fit into the curve of his shoulder and how soft her hair was when he ran his fingers through the auburn tendrils.
He remembered kissing her soft, plump lips over and over again in simple, tender kisses as she grew tired in his arms, and began to fall asleep to the beat of his heart.
He remembered how soft her breathing was when she fell asleep, and he remembered how her arms tightened around his stomach when she finally fell into the dark abyss.
And then he remembered waking up to see her face looking down at him, but he wasn't in their room anymore, he was in a hospital, and the lights were blinding around her beautiful form.
She seemed happy, like he had been gone for weeks without a word and finally came back. She released the sweetest of laughs when she smiled and whispered: "You're awake."
But this woman didn't seem like the Brennan he knew. She seemed different and both of his worlds seemed to collide. Which world was he in in the first place? Was this woman looking down at him his partner, or was she his wife?
Was this woman his 'just friend' when he knew that was a lie, or was this woman his open 'I love you' wife that had just told him she was carrying his baby?
He whispered her a simple question, and he knew the second she released that choked sob she took it the wrong way. "Who are you?"
He could have sworn that she was his wife, the way she looked at him, and the way she felt such pain at his loss of knowing what was right.
But in the end, their perfect world had just been a dream.
A gentle beat on the time lapse lifeline.