A/N: It's been an age, hasn't it? But I keep getting reviews on this one, which is great. And they want to know what happens next!! So here's to hoping I can continue the tale without ruining it.
Thanks to DrWorm, Saby and Alchemy, Lynn, Min_1979, rtgrste, Dee, FringeElement, Ellerfru (*hug*), GIGO, Magma, Redhawk, kitty_kay, Pheonixx, Tschubi-chan, karina305, CaratGold, me...., tweety, Tenshi no Shikyo, Coqui, Becks, Nekokijo, Ceitlin Malefoy, Lindsey Beth, Allie, Rhysenn, Tom Riddilpley, Fluer, and Mystica. Love you guys!
Flamers:
Fire goddess (who flamed to no avail. I happen to like Lucius), CHELSEA (love you too, dear), Dixie (Hah!).
All apologies go to Cat, who hates this story, but is kind enough not to flame.
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I hate the phrase "the morning after." It conjures up feelings of regret, doubt, and revulsion. And here it is- the morning after. I hate it already. It's only saving grace is that he hasn't woken up yet.
I hold him tightly against me and run my fingers through his hair. Sometime last night, I managed to clean him up. He looks much better for it. He looks so beautiful in his sleep. So peaceful.
Don't wake up. When you wake up, we have to face the world. We have to accept that we are too different for this to ever work. Last night was ours. From the moment you wake up life, reason, and reality will tear us apart. They'll tear you from me and leave me alone in this hell I've created for myself. I'm not ready to let go.
I'll think about you of course. Every time I'm with my wife, I'll think of you, comparing the flat expanse of your chest to the soft crush of her breasts, the distance in her kisses to the total devastation of yours. When I think about my son at Hogwarts, I'll envy him, hate him, laugh at him even for being so close to you. So close and never thinking about those lips, those wondrous eyes. I should punish him for being so stupid. That I had his opportunity, love. I'd be your shadow. At night we'd meet and become so hopelessly entangled that it would be hard to tell us apart.
Vain wishes. Daydreams that will amount to nothing. Empty dreams, but I dream nonetheless. I dream of you even as I hold you in my arms.
You'll hate me when you wake up, won't you? Last night- that was just the hurt, the betrayal, the utter loneliness talking. Perhaps that's my fear now. The morning after will hit with full force. You'll wake up and you won't want me. You'll look back upon it all and shudder. You'll feel sick and you'll hate yourself for what we did.
Wake up. I can't stand waiting. If you're going to hate me, I want to get it over with. Wake up and hurt me in the curious way only you possibly could. Come on. I'm ready.
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Comments? Suggestions? Review!
Luv ya,
J. Silver
Thanks to DrWorm, Saby and Alchemy, Lynn, Min_1979, rtgrste, Dee, FringeElement, Ellerfru (*hug*), GIGO, Magma, Redhawk, kitty_kay, Pheonixx, Tschubi-chan, karina305, CaratGold, me...., tweety, Tenshi no Shikyo, Coqui, Becks, Nekokijo, Ceitlin Malefoy, Lindsey Beth, Allie, Rhysenn, Tom Riddilpley, Fluer, and Mystica. Love you guys!
Flamers:
Fire goddess (who flamed to no avail. I happen to like Lucius), CHELSEA (love you too, dear), Dixie (Hah!).
All apologies go to Cat, who hates this story, but is kind enough not to flame.
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I hate the phrase "the morning after." It conjures up feelings of regret, doubt, and revulsion. And here it is- the morning after. I hate it already. It's only saving grace is that he hasn't woken up yet.
I hold him tightly against me and run my fingers through his hair. Sometime last night, I managed to clean him up. He looks much better for it. He looks so beautiful in his sleep. So peaceful.
Don't wake up. When you wake up, we have to face the world. We have to accept that we are too different for this to ever work. Last night was ours. From the moment you wake up life, reason, and reality will tear us apart. They'll tear you from me and leave me alone in this hell I've created for myself. I'm not ready to let go.
I'll think about you of course. Every time I'm with my wife, I'll think of you, comparing the flat expanse of your chest to the soft crush of her breasts, the distance in her kisses to the total devastation of yours. When I think about my son at Hogwarts, I'll envy him, hate him, laugh at him even for being so close to you. So close and never thinking about those lips, those wondrous eyes. I should punish him for being so stupid. That I had his opportunity, love. I'd be your shadow. At night we'd meet and become so hopelessly entangled that it would be hard to tell us apart.
Vain wishes. Daydreams that will amount to nothing. Empty dreams, but I dream nonetheless. I dream of you even as I hold you in my arms.
You'll hate me when you wake up, won't you? Last night- that was just the hurt, the betrayal, the utter loneliness talking. Perhaps that's my fear now. The morning after will hit with full force. You'll wake up and you won't want me. You'll look back upon it all and shudder. You'll feel sick and you'll hate yourself for what we did.
Wake up. I can't stand waiting. If you're going to hate me, I want to get it over with. Wake up and hurt me in the curious way only you possibly could. Come on. I'm ready.
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Comments? Suggestions? Review!
Luv ya,
J. Silver