Disclaimer: ok so I'll just borrow them for a lil'bit. ;)
A/N- ok I'm bored and probably going to bed very, very soon but I have to write this now and if it sucks too bad! =P
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Her eyes were fixed on his, though his were empty. They had lost the glow that had also caught her gaze. His eyes now reflected the pain he was in and his struggle to keep them open. Her saw how much they felt for each other through those eyes, and though his were closing his feelings would not. Never. Neither of them would admit it but it was love. They had once loved each other, they knew the feeling, but he had thought it had long since past. If it had, it was back with a vengeance.
He tried to think of that. Not the hot pain searing through him, or the worry over his life, but her eyes. She had pulled him back from the edge more times then he could count but this seemed to have more meaning, more importance. He couldn't though. The edge called him and he was too tired to hold on any more.
He fell at the edge. She was there too, begging. Begging him to come back. But he wasn't gone. He couldn't be. And he would never be gone to her. She would pull him back again. It was hard, always had been. But the love was worth it. The feelings were worth it. And HE was worth it. So by will itself, he was back.
A/N- ok I'm bored and probably going to bed very, very soon but I have to write this now and if it sucks too bad! =P
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Her eyes were fixed on his, though his were empty. They had lost the glow that had also caught her gaze. His eyes now reflected the pain he was in and his struggle to keep them open. Her saw how much they felt for each other through those eyes, and though his were closing his feelings would not. Never. Neither of them would admit it but it was love. They had once loved each other, they knew the feeling, but he had thought it had long since past. If it had, it was back with a vengeance.
He tried to think of that. Not the hot pain searing through him, or the worry over his life, but her eyes. She had pulled him back from the edge more times then he could count but this seemed to have more meaning, more importance. He couldn't though. The edge called him and he was too tired to hold on any more.
He fell at the edge. She was there too, begging. Begging him to come back. But he wasn't gone. He couldn't be. And he would never be gone to her. She would pull him back again. It was hard, always had been. But the love was worth it. The feelings were worth it. And HE was worth it. So by will itself, he was back.