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A/N: It's been a while but what can I say? I have the next few chapters already in the making though, so my next update won't take barely a day or so. I would appreciate reveiws, so read and review, thanx.
Intro Music: The Cure - Apart
The night embraces me, in her glory, in her darkness, her solitude, disrupted only by the light of day, that should take her from such magnificent evils that augment her cliche. The night and all that is hers, embrace me, in her coldness and dark beauty that eludes the disgust that the world holds on any ordinary veiwer.
The night enicircles me, in her whims and tears, they fall from the sky, and in darkness only deepen, as rain clouds hide the whistful moon. And I feel a peace, a knowing, a dignity in all of this.
It is her kindness, and grace, the dying bride that enslaves minions of a higher court, the mystical notions of her moon and how wonderous it is when even the moon should hide her face and cry into the night, in fear perhaps, in saddness ensued.
'Here we are...
How should we be?'
"The night could always hide my face.'
It's late now, another night, another casualty. The parking lot of Opeeka is empty, all but us, my casualty and I. Me his, and he mine, we walk together, half drunk, half aware of the situation.
He is escorting me back to my apartment, and of course for a reason. It's another night, another way to take me away from myself.
I never got a good look at his face, and I'd be a better person I suppose, if I had asked his name. Though in the lonely night and empty streets, I can see through darkness, his long black hair falling freely over his eyes. Thinking now I wish I knew what color they were, I know that a persons eyes are a window to their soul, but then I remember that I don't need to care about that anway.
I remember that when I met him in the club he must have appealed to me physically, or I would not be half drunked right now with him in an empty parking lot, staggering to my car, with his hands running up and down my body as as we walk together.
I can feel his face on my neck, as he holds me from behind, his breathe at my ear, his hands wandering up my stomach, as I fumble with my keys to unlock the passenger door to my car. I feel him tighten and turn me around to face him, and his lips meet mine, his tongue exploring my mouth and I close my eyes instinctivly and my own hands begin to discover his body through his clothes. I can feel him pushing my body to press against the car, but I shrug him off laughingly as I make my way to the drivers side of the Honda.
As I start the car up, and turn the bass up, my eyes glance sideways, and I can see him listlessly rest his head to the side panel of the door. I don't know anything about this man, and still this is a familiar situation. And it has almost an air of comfort to it. I can only feel a nothingness inside of me, and now its only dilluded by lust and liquer.
And I stare into the dull city lights, blinking street lights and signs, broken and letters missing. It still gives my hazed mind room to think, to wander in the emptiness that I suffer from in this car ride. I wished that we were already there, and that I was in position where I wouldn't have to, or wouldn't be able to think any way. But that comfort comes later, right now though, I can feel the emptiness very distinctly.
His face, it held regret, is that the part of myself that i'm running from tonight?
'Trunks...'
How had he shown up tonight? Had he looked me up, after Bra had realizd who I was? Had it just been random luck? Or lack there of? Though I tell myself that it doesn't really matter, that I should just leave it be. If he has some great need to be a part of my life again, he can find me, I don't have a reason to look for him. I don't even know if I would want him in my life again, the past is in the past, but things would just be so complex and ackward, if he and I spoke again. After all this time. But if that were the case, why did I give him the chance to find me, and confront me tonight?
'Trunks....'
'That was so long ago, all the things that had happened, that I had worked so hard to move above, to forget....I didn't want them to come back, ever, thats why I had left it all behind me in the first place.'
And even with the my intoxication I can feel the saddness grow, emotions that I thought I had abandon in the past, soar over me. I can almost feel them spill over me.... Almost....I being the person I am would never let emotion take control over me, or lead, or play even the smallest part inside my judgement ever. I am not the type to lead a life based on things so petty, and worthless. Emotions, people they are all part of a game. And game I play quite well without ever getting attatched.
But that was exactly my problem, in the past I had been attatched to Trunks. He had been part of my childhood. Someone that I would have clung to, someone, had the circumstances been differents, perhaps I would still cling to.
I can feel him now, in the night, so close to me. I had always felt he was close to me, like he had held a part of my soul that I would never let anyone else touch. But it was a small part, a part that I had cut off access from him to a long time ago. And in my eyes now, he was no longer welcome...
I looked over towards the man in my car, as I slowed down and pulled up the curb in front of my apratment. He straightened his posture, and fumbled to get out of the car, and waited for me to come around and lead him into the building. As I made my way towards him, he put his arms around my body, pulling on my clothes, as I walked backwards facing him, finding his mouth to mine, working my hands down his body, into the building, our faces locked together in drunk lust. And all this takes my thoughts and recollections of the night, and puts them in the back of my mind. To live in the now, is a task I find myself facing often. This is just my now, my happy now.
%&^$!%#$@$%@%#@%^$%^$^%&$&^%&$%$@$@$@^%@$%^$^%@$@^% $@%^$@%$@%@$
A/N: Yes well, that was it for that chapter. A bit shorter than my normal chap, but i'll make up for it with a quick update. I know this story is going in a whole bunch of different directions, so I decided that I would do one point of veiw at a time, just to make it easier to understand, and easier for me to update frequently, until I pick the story line up again. Any way, read and reveiw, tell me what you think about it. thanx.
A/N: It's been a while but what can I say? I have the next few chapters already in the making though, so my next update won't take barely a day or so. I would appreciate reveiws, so read and review, thanx.
Intro Music: The Cure - Apart
The night embraces me, in her glory, in her darkness, her solitude, disrupted only by the light of day, that should take her from such magnificent evils that augment her cliche. The night and all that is hers, embrace me, in her coldness and dark beauty that eludes the disgust that the world holds on any ordinary veiwer.
The night enicircles me, in her whims and tears, they fall from the sky, and in darkness only deepen, as rain clouds hide the whistful moon. And I feel a peace, a knowing, a dignity in all of this.
It is her kindness, and grace, the dying bride that enslaves minions of a higher court, the mystical notions of her moon and how wonderous it is when even the moon should hide her face and cry into the night, in fear perhaps, in saddness ensued.
'Here we are...
How should we be?'
"The night could always hide my face.'
It's late now, another night, another casualty. The parking lot of Opeeka is empty, all but us, my casualty and I. Me his, and he mine, we walk together, half drunk, half aware of the situation.
He is escorting me back to my apartment, and of course for a reason. It's another night, another way to take me away from myself.
I never got a good look at his face, and I'd be a better person I suppose, if I had asked his name. Though in the lonely night and empty streets, I can see through darkness, his long black hair falling freely over his eyes. Thinking now I wish I knew what color they were, I know that a persons eyes are a window to their soul, but then I remember that I don't need to care about that anway.
I remember that when I met him in the club he must have appealed to me physically, or I would not be half drunked right now with him in an empty parking lot, staggering to my car, with his hands running up and down my body as as we walk together.
I can feel his face on my neck, as he holds me from behind, his breathe at my ear, his hands wandering up my stomach, as I fumble with my keys to unlock the passenger door to my car. I feel him tighten and turn me around to face him, and his lips meet mine, his tongue exploring my mouth and I close my eyes instinctivly and my own hands begin to discover his body through his clothes. I can feel him pushing my body to press against the car, but I shrug him off laughingly as I make my way to the drivers side of the Honda.
As I start the car up, and turn the bass up, my eyes glance sideways, and I can see him listlessly rest his head to the side panel of the door. I don't know anything about this man, and still this is a familiar situation. And it has almost an air of comfort to it. I can only feel a nothingness inside of me, and now its only dilluded by lust and liquer.
And I stare into the dull city lights, blinking street lights and signs, broken and letters missing. It still gives my hazed mind room to think, to wander in the emptiness that I suffer from in this car ride. I wished that we were already there, and that I was in position where I wouldn't have to, or wouldn't be able to think any way. But that comfort comes later, right now though, I can feel the emptiness very distinctly.
His face, it held regret, is that the part of myself that i'm running from tonight?
'Trunks...'
How had he shown up tonight? Had he looked me up, after Bra had realizd who I was? Had it just been random luck? Or lack there of? Though I tell myself that it doesn't really matter, that I should just leave it be. If he has some great need to be a part of my life again, he can find me, I don't have a reason to look for him. I don't even know if I would want him in my life again, the past is in the past, but things would just be so complex and ackward, if he and I spoke again. After all this time. But if that were the case, why did I give him the chance to find me, and confront me tonight?
'Trunks....'
'That was so long ago, all the things that had happened, that I had worked so hard to move above, to forget....I didn't want them to come back, ever, thats why I had left it all behind me in the first place.'
And even with the my intoxication I can feel the saddness grow, emotions that I thought I had abandon in the past, soar over me. I can almost feel them spill over me.... Almost....I being the person I am would never let emotion take control over me, or lead, or play even the smallest part inside my judgement ever. I am not the type to lead a life based on things so petty, and worthless. Emotions, people they are all part of a game. And game I play quite well without ever getting attatched.
But that was exactly my problem, in the past I had been attatched to Trunks. He had been part of my childhood. Someone that I would have clung to, someone, had the circumstances been differents, perhaps I would still cling to.
I can feel him now, in the night, so close to me. I had always felt he was close to me, like he had held a part of my soul that I would never let anyone else touch. But it was a small part, a part that I had cut off access from him to a long time ago. And in my eyes now, he was no longer welcome...
I looked over towards the man in my car, as I slowed down and pulled up the curb in front of my apratment. He straightened his posture, and fumbled to get out of the car, and waited for me to come around and lead him into the building. As I made my way towards him, he put his arms around my body, pulling on my clothes, as I walked backwards facing him, finding his mouth to mine, working my hands down his body, into the building, our faces locked together in drunk lust. And all this takes my thoughts and recollections of the night, and puts them in the back of my mind. To live in the now, is a task I find myself facing often. This is just my now, my happy now.
%&^$!%#$@$%@%#@%^$%^$^%&$&^%&$%$@$@$@^%@$%^$^%@$@^% $@%^$@%$@%@$
A/N: Yes well, that was it for that chapter. A bit shorter than my normal chap, but i'll make up for it with a quick update. I know this story is going in a whole bunch of different directions, so I decided that I would do one point of veiw at a time, just to make it easier to understand, and easier for me to update frequently, until I pick the story line up again. Any way, read and reveiw, tell me what you think about it. thanx.