"Complicated"
Category: Angst, with a fluff of M/T.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tess and Max rant.
Author's Note: It just popped into my head, and once I started writing, the words just kept on flowing. Tess isn't evil!! Really short, really bad ;)
Disclaimer: The usual, I don't owe anything. If I did, I would have Max and Kyle fight over Tess and kill Liz off the show. :P
Part Two- Max
I turn the picture frame of Liz face down on my night table. Oh, how it hurts to not be holding her in my arms. That emptiness in my heart has been advertising its solitude like a hotel sign, "Vacant! Open 24 hours."
Liz was my world- is my world, but the world that is Liz has slowly been crumbling down, leaving a pile of debris at my feet as a sole reminder of our days spent together.
Life is tragic.
I feel guilty. Not only guilty of what I did to Liz, but mainly guilty because I think that she can fill that emptiness in my heart.
She- the main reason why Liz and I aren't together.
She- my planned 'true love'.
She- the one sent by my mother for me.
She- the one I'm having second thoughts about.
She- the one I think that can fill that hole in my soul.
She- my destiny.
She- Tess.
I want to tell her my feelings; I want to tell her that we can work out. So why can't I admit it to her? Maybe I'm afraid of rejection, or maybe, just maybe, I'm afraid of what everyone else might think of me.
Life is tragic.
No, love is tragic.
Life is—complicated.
Category: Angst, with a fluff of M/T.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tess and Max rant.
Author's Note: It just popped into my head, and once I started writing, the words just kept on flowing. Tess isn't evil!! Really short, really bad ;)
Disclaimer: The usual, I don't owe anything. If I did, I would have Max and Kyle fight over Tess and kill Liz off the show. :P
Part Two- Max
I turn the picture frame of Liz face down on my night table. Oh, how it hurts to not be holding her in my arms. That emptiness in my heart has been advertising its solitude like a hotel sign, "Vacant! Open 24 hours."
Liz was my world- is my world, but the world that is Liz has slowly been crumbling down, leaving a pile of debris at my feet as a sole reminder of our days spent together.
Life is tragic.
I feel guilty. Not only guilty of what I did to Liz, but mainly guilty because I think that she can fill that emptiness in my heart.
She- the main reason why Liz and I aren't together.
She- my planned 'true love'.
She- the one sent by my mother for me.
She- the one I'm having second thoughts about.
She- the one I think that can fill that hole in my soul.
She- my destiny.
She- Tess.
I want to tell her my feelings; I want to tell her that we can work out. So why can't I admit it to her? Maybe I'm afraid of rejection, or maybe, just maybe, I'm afraid of what everyone else might think of me.
Life is tragic.
No, love is tragic.
Life is—complicated.