Reflections
By: Evanjeline
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Love=regrets. Regrets lead to memories of the past. *slash*
Disclaimer: None of the characters used or refered to in this fic belong to me. Sorry.
Feedback: Please leave reviews. I suck at this and need as much help as I can get. *smiles*
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As I sit here,
Listening to the water cascading through the air.
Watching the water ripple as it breaks the surface.
Daring to disturb the calm that hides such termoil.
I wonder...
What could have happened?
No...
What would have happened if I had just asked.
If I would have thrown away my doubts, my petty fears.
Instead, I stood there.
I acted as if I didn't even see you.
Then later, when the opportunity arose, I snubbed you.
I just insulted you and walked away.
Oh, how I wanted to hold you, to comfort you.
Probably because I alone saw how completely devastated you were.
The subtle changes in your eyes, in your stance.
In the way your bottom lip lightly parted with a slight quiver.
The inaudible question on those lips:
Why?
Your whole body screamed to me:
WAIT, turn around, PLEASE.
But I couldn't, I wouldn't.
And now, I think myself the fool.
With everything you did I saw a second meaning.
One was of a boy crowded into submission by his parents,
too cold to touch.
The other desperately searching for the approval of others.
I should have known.
I could read you almost as easily as others read what you chose to show them...
your mask...
always that of who they thought you should be.
The water has stopped falling now.
I look down and stare blankly at my reflection.
I should have given you a chance.
I should have tried.
The water ripples,
and as it clears I focus on my reflection.
This time taking note of the silver eyes,
the blond hair,
and the tear stain on my right cheek.
My hand involuntarily moves toward the reflection
to touch his cheek,
to wipe away the tears,
to touch those lips...
But the water ripples,
and the spell is broken.
Instead,
I wipe the tear from my face,
and get into the bath.
By: Evanjeline
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Love=regrets. Regrets lead to memories of the past. *slash*
Disclaimer: None of the characters used or refered to in this fic belong to me. Sorry.
Feedback: Please leave reviews. I suck at this and need as much help as I can get. *smiles*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As I sit here,
Listening to the water cascading through the air.
Watching the water ripple as it breaks the surface.
Daring to disturb the calm that hides such termoil.
I wonder...
What could have happened?
No...
What would have happened if I had just asked.
If I would have thrown away my doubts, my petty fears.
Instead, I stood there.
I acted as if I didn't even see you.
Then later, when the opportunity arose, I snubbed you.
I just insulted you and walked away.
Oh, how I wanted to hold you, to comfort you.
Probably because I alone saw how completely devastated you were.
The subtle changes in your eyes, in your stance.
In the way your bottom lip lightly parted with a slight quiver.
The inaudible question on those lips:
Why?
Your whole body screamed to me:
WAIT, turn around, PLEASE.
But I couldn't, I wouldn't.
And now, I think myself the fool.
With everything you did I saw a second meaning.
One was of a boy crowded into submission by his parents,
too cold to touch.
The other desperately searching for the approval of others.
I should have known.
I could read you almost as easily as others read what you chose to show them...
your mask...
always that of who they thought you should be.
The water has stopped falling now.
I look down and stare blankly at my reflection.
I should have given you a chance.
I should have tried.
The water ripples,
and as it clears I focus on my reflection.
This time taking note of the silver eyes,
the blond hair,
and the tear stain on my right cheek.
My hand involuntarily moves toward the reflection
to touch his cheek,
to wipe away the tears,
to touch those lips...
But the water ripples,
and the spell is broken.
Instead,
I wipe the tear from my face,
and get into the bath.