Hey readers! I have been writing at Distance non-stop recently and I needed a bit of a break. My real life gave me my inspiration (damn the cursed heart of mine!) and this just poured out. I finished the story off with lyrics from "My Immortal" by Evanescence. As with all of my stories, I would recommend reading while listening to the song.
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Disclaimer – I own none of the characters, storylines or the song
Setting – early to mid S3
Forbidden love
It is the sort of thing you read about in a soppy Mills and Boon book. My room mate at boarding school used to read those books endlessly and one day I caved in and read one. Silly school girl dreams of love overcoming all obstacles floated through my head as I read, but I soon shook my head and told myself that, in reality, love isn't really like that. What a fool I was.
It's not like I've never seen two people in love. My parents were very much in love when I was a child and my father, behind that harsh screen, is a hopeless romantic. He would bring home flowers for my mother and would always buy her little, personal gifts. I used to love seeing those loving glances between them. But to me it just seemed like a really nice friendship.
I didn't know about the way your heart would flutter when they would walk into the room. I didn't know the way your breath would catch in your throat and everything in the world was so much easier when you were wrapped in their arms. The feeling of their lips on yours was the sweetest things in the world and as they would caress you face, your head would spin. And that is only the beginning of the way it makes you feel.
Our love has always been one of stolen glances. When SD-6 was still around, we could communicate without speaking, just glancing at each other. When we started dating, we had to be careful at work but I would always catch him staring at me, then blushing when I would catch him out. Now, the glances are painful. Because as much as he loves her, I can see the pain of loosing a soul mate still in his eyes. He still stares, much better at not getting caught now. But now, instead of pure love, I see confusion, pain, angst. And I know that he is the victim of forbidden love like me. Because that is how I feel every day, from the moment I get up in the morning until I fall asleep that night.
I think I have finally worked out why I don't like those soppy books. Maybe it isn't the over the top descriptions of these torrid relationships. I think it is because they don't do love justice. No words can ever describe how love makes you feel and no words could ever describe the pain of a broken heart.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me