all i have are apologies and barely enough gumption to say "i'm an ass." cause i was never worthy of such fabulous folk as yourselves...
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE NIGHT
He woke up naked. His arms around her waist naked. Cradled in her lap naked. Face nested in her hair. Tickling his nose. He had to sneeze. What an odd sensation. For a man that's never sneezed.
It's like a blind man. Seeing the color blue. For the first time. Dark. And blue.
He sneezed. Hard. One that tore his ribcage in half. And sent his heart flying against his chest. Crashing. Bleeding. Falling with a thump. Against his big intestine.
Bounce.
Small intestine.
Bounce.
Liver.
Bounce.
Kidney.
Bounce.
Belly.
Stopping.
Something was wrong.
"Catcher?" The sneeze awoke the sleeper. Not the kiss.
His hands went to his fallen heart. Clutching at his empty chest.
"My heart," he said. Through wide. Scared. Eyes. Eyes that bled tears. And wrought pain. "My heart's gone."
Lara didn't understand. "What are you talking about?" She reached up. To touch his hand. His heart. To show him that it was still there. But he pulled away.
Doubling over. Sucking in. Feeding fire. He collapsed sideways. Smashing his face. In the soft. Cool. Blankets.
"What's wrong?" She tried to lift him up. But his body had become heavy. His bare skin cold. His muscles lead. His veins refrigerator coils.
"My heart's gone," he repeated. "It fell. It hurts Lara. It hurts so much."
He was scared. And hurting.
She was confused. And helpless.
"What do you want me to do?"
He sat up. Fast. So fast. He knocked her across the side of the head. Her hair splashing. Blood splattering.
As she tumbled.
Crash.
Shlunk.
Poohm.
She was dead.
Naked on the floor.
"I told you to watch my heart." He cried. "I told you..."
They were naked.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE NIGHT
He woke up naked. His arms around her waist naked. Cradled in her lap naked. Face nested in her hair. Tickling his nose. He had to sneeze. What an odd sensation. For a man that's never sneezed.
It's like a blind man. Seeing the color blue. For the first time. Dark. And blue.
He sneezed. Hard. One that tore his ribcage in half. And sent his heart flying against his chest. Crashing. Bleeding. Falling with a thump. Against his big intestine.
Bounce.
Small intestine.
Bounce.
Liver.
Bounce.
Kidney.
Bounce.
Belly.
Stopping.
Something was wrong.
"Catcher?" The sneeze awoke the sleeper. Not the kiss.
His hands went to his fallen heart. Clutching at his empty chest.
"My heart," he said. Through wide. Scared. Eyes. Eyes that bled tears. And wrought pain. "My heart's gone."
Lara didn't understand. "What are you talking about?" She reached up. To touch his hand. His heart. To show him that it was still there. But he pulled away.
Doubling over. Sucking in. Feeding fire. He collapsed sideways. Smashing his face. In the soft. Cool. Blankets.
"What's wrong?" She tried to lift him up. But his body had become heavy. His bare skin cold. His muscles lead. His veins refrigerator coils.
"My heart's gone," he repeated. "It fell. It hurts Lara. It hurts so much."
He was scared. And hurting.
She was confused. And helpless.
"What do you want me to do?"
He sat up. Fast. So fast. He knocked her across the side of the head. Her hair splashing. Blood splattering.
As she tumbled.
Crash.
Shlunk.
Poohm.
She was dead.
Naked on the floor.
"I told you to watch my heart." He cried. "I told you..."
They were naked.