Chaimera: K, so I was upset over stuff and it all ended up in this very short, very bad fic.
So don't have high expectations, cause it really really bad. One shot. I wrote it thinking 'bout Kai and Tyson
Cause of my 'Ghosts' story, but you can apply it to any pairing you want.
Rayne: Not much to say here ya go.
Break Up
The silence is deafening.
If this weren't so serious, I'd make light. I dunno, Id cut the air with my knife.
But it's not a joke.
The tension is thick.
Hence the knife comment.
I finish my meal and glance up at him across the table.
His eyes are red and puffy.
Shit. I used to be able to make him laugh.
Now all I do is make him cry.
He gets up and starts to clear the table.
Eyes down moving quickly, never faltering.
Later in bed, his back is turned to me.
We seem inches apart but in reality, we are oceans.
I want to reach out, touch him, hold him.
But that will only make things worse.
I think, I don't know.
Morning, a note.
What it says is immaterial.
Clothes are gone.
Belongings gone.
Eye's gone.
Touch gone.
Smiles gone.
All that's left,
Guilt.
Pain.
Hollow.
And what already seems like a distant memory.
Owari
Chaimera: Arrrgh*hits head off wall* I told you it was shit!!
Kaz: Yeah, I mean just 'cause you were up set doesn't give you the right to spout useless drivel!!
Chaimera: Nice to know I can always count on your support.
Kaz: It's what I'm here for.
C.C: Ooh me too. That sucked.
Chaimera: Ok you can stop now.
Ciao
So don't have high expectations, cause it really really bad. One shot. I wrote it thinking 'bout Kai and Tyson
Cause of my 'Ghosts' story, but you can apply it to any pairing you want.
Rayne: Not much to say here ya go.
Break Up
The silence is deafening.
If this weren't so serious, I'd make light. I dunno, Id cut the air with my knife.
But it's not a joke.
The tension is thick.
Hence the knife comment.
I finish my meal and glance up at him across the table.
His eyes are red and puffy.
Shit. I used to be able to make him laugh.
Now all I do is make him cry.
He gets up and starts to clear the table.
Eyes down moving quickly, never faltering.
Later in bed, his back is turned to me.
We seem inches apart but in reality, we are oceans.
I want to reach out, touch him, hold him.
But that will only make things worse.
I think, I don't know.
Morning, a note.
What it says is immaterial.
Clothes are gone.
Belongings gone.
Eye's gone.
Touch gone.
Smiles gone.
All that's left,
Guilt.
Pain.
Hollow.
And what already seems like a distant memory.
Owari
Chaimera: Arrrgh*hits head off wall* I told you it was shit!!
Kaz: Yeah, I mean just 'cause you were up set doesn't give you the right to spout useless drivel!!
Chaimera: Nice to know I can always count on your support.
Kaz: It's what I'm here for.
C.C: Ooh me too. That sucked.
Chaimera: Ok you can stop now.
Ciao
