Title: Recovery
Author: MysticDragon
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Tribune owns them although they don't deserve them
A/N: this is another challenge using the words Compassion, pink, longing
A/N: this is a follow up to Relapse
Compassion. That is all I see as I stare up into his eyes. I had thought I would see contempt, loathing, even hatred. But all I can see is compassion and understanding. How can he forgive me so easily? I know I can't forgive myself. I failed him and the others. Yet worse than that I failed myself. I knew the price of using flash. I had grown up paying it. But this time my friends had been the ones who had to pay and that was something I wasn't sure I could deal with. I did know it was something I would never allow to happen again, no matter how hard it would be to keep that promise.
I tried to sit up but he gently pushed me back down on the bed.
"You need to rest Beka." Dylan said quietly.
"No, I need to tell them I am sorry. I need to make them understand." I tried to rise again but fell back this time on my own. My face felt flushed and I was sure it was pink from the exertion.
"They do understand Beka. We all do. And we forgive you. We all care too much about you to let one moment of weakness, one mistake, come between us."
I let his words wash over me, soothing the feeling of contempt and self- loathing I felt. I knew as long as my friends would stand with me, I could overcome the longing I possessed for the drug. Somehow with their help I would recover and move on. I had to. Because they needed me and I needed them a hell of a lot more than I would ever need flash.
Author: MysticDragon
Genre: angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Tribune owns them although they don't deserve them
A/N: this is another challenge using the words Compassion, pink, longing
A/N: this is a follow up to Relapse
Compassion. That is all I see as I stare up into his eyes. I had thought I would see contempt, loathing, even hatred. But all I can see is compassion and understanding. How can he forgive me so easily? I know I can't forgive myself. I failed him and the others. Yet worse than that I failed myself. I knew the price of using flash. I had grown up paying it. But this time my friends had been the ones who had to pay and that was something I wasn't sure I could deal with. I did know it was something I would never allow to happen again, no matter how hard it would be to keep that promise.
I tried to sit up but he gently pushed me back down on the bed.
"You need to rest Beka." Dylan said quietly.
"No, I need to tell them I am sorry. I need to make them understand." I tried to rise again but fell back this time on my own. My face felt flushed and I was sure it was pink from the exertion.
"They do understand Beka. We all do. And we forgive you. We all care too much about you to let one moment of weakness, one mistake, come between us."
I let his words wash over me, soothing the feeling of contempt and self- loathing I felt. I knew as long as my friends would stand with me, I could overcome the longing I possessed for the drug. Somehow with their help I would recover and move on. I had to. Because they needed me and I needed them a hell of a lot more than I would ever need flash.