Atonement
By Seniya
Written
Part 2
I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me
Always by Bon Jovi
#26 Goodbye
There's a goodbye here…she can sense it; it's cold and it's bitter and it will scorch her tongue if she allows it to pass her lips, so Will forces a smile instead and the word vanishes, the pain however remains.
#27 Hide
So…he's told her…Will does register the shock, after all she never managed to make herself believe that he would; she watches, bristled, as the blonde's cool gaze slips over her…she had allowed herself to think that perhaps now they wouldn't have to hide—but she can see how she was wrong.
#28 Fortune
In her eyes lay the wealth of a thousand nations, a million emotions, all as precious to him as any jewel on this earth—some indestructible like diamonds, others as rare as an unblemished pearl…all gladly given to him.
#29 Safe
"What if…" the redhead's voice trails off, she can't bring herself to say it; luckily he senses her apprehension, if not her fear, "don't worry," he whispers, lightly cupping her cheek, "I'll be safe."
#30 Ghost
Sometimes, late at night, she awakens—and sometimes after that it disturbs her greatly that their marriage bed has yet to be put to use—and so, sometimes she closes her eyes and tries to recall the scent of his skin and the warmth of his arms, only then can she drift back to sleep, almost as though she's in the arms of a ghost.
#31 Book
"I have to study," she protests half-heartedly, not really even struggling as he pries the text book from her fingers and then lowers himself into her embrace.
#32 Eye
She takes one look at him before muttering to herself and turning around; fussily she orders him to sit down before pressing something freezing against his injured eye, he winces and she frowns, "well, I hope that you're happy now."
#33 Never
Will had always prided herself on being selfless, truly, it was one of her greatest character traits, she was sure of that…Will would never betray one of her best friends in this hedonistic way (she gasped when his lips touched her neck), Will could never lie to her boyfriend…not for this (she tugs at his shirt impatiently, pulling it off without a second thought); so if Will would never…the question dawned upon her as she lay cradled in Caleb's arms: who was she?
#34 Sing
She loved him—and the knowledge of her passion sang through her body and forced molten emotion to paint her eyes, she watched him sleeping on the cot next to her, his face bloodied, his arm in a sling and the tenderness grew…she loved him.
#35 Sudden
"How long?" Cornelia asked nonchalantly, staring at a oddly crooked fingernail rather than at the girl seated before her, "I…don't know…a few months…three months," Will lowered her eyes, fidgeting with her hands for lack of anything better to do; "So then…why'd you decide to tell me all of a sudden? Do you want congratulations?"
#36 Stop
She's tried to stop, but it hurts too much…she needs him more than the air in her lungs or the blood in her veins and…she can't afford to be unselfish…not if it could result in her very demise.
#37 Time
"I-I don't…I want to stay with you tonight," she whispers, but she knows that he's heard her; he of all people must obviously understand the value of their time together…
#38 Wash
After the first time—she'd run home crying, feeling disgusting and worthless because it had been her fault more than his—and because she'd enjoyed it; but by the time Matt had come to pick her up, she'd managed to wash the tears away as well as the feeling of his hands and lips; she'd managed to get clean for the sake of her boyfriend.
#39 Torn
His heart should be torn…much like his head was, but heavens forgive him because he only wanted her, there wasn't even enough doubt in him to initiate a struggle about it.
#40 History
Their history is arguably just as complicated or as tragic or epic as any romance that she's ever heard of: deceit, betrayal, love, and it's all written in the pages of her heart—but the past doesn't matter to him, Caleb's just happy that's she's beside him now.
#41 Power
He wondered sometimes if she even knew how powerful she was—he couldn't imagine her holding any sort of arrogance…so he kept the knowledge to himself, it might not help his situation anyway, to let her know that she could probably have any Tom, Dick or Harry if she wanted them.
#43 God
Sometimes he'd wonder exactly what he'd done to deserve her, nothing was impressive enough to come to his mind…so Caleb decided then to simply stop wasting time with those silly questions, if God didn't see a reason to interject then what would possess him to?
#44 Wall
There are no walls before her, she's pure and simple and that's what he likes, what you see is what you get…but he's wrong, he can't see the barriers that exist, the ones that stop her from bursting into tears every time that he goes away.
#45 Naked
"There's no one coming after me…I'm safe Will, I swear." He does notice how her eyes darken and then shift, such subtle motions that stripped the lies away from him and left him feeling naked beneath her gaze.
#46 Drive
"You have no idea what you do to me!" she screams, her voice is raw and the tears fall like rain, "I can't stand it Caleb…night after night I have to stay awake wondering if…you're even alive…and I can't…not anymore."
#47 Harm
I'd hurt her, and I knew it—after all that swearing, all those promises that I'd never let her into harm's way, I'd caused her more pain than any of our foes ever did.
#48 Precious
Her friends were precious to her, her family was too, and that was why whenever he saw her looking away with her eyes glazed over and a nostalgic smile on her face…he never failed to remember the poignancy of the fact that she'd given it all up for him.
#49 Hunger
He was starving for her…there was no other way to phrase it; it was a hunger, forever insatiable, it craved for the taste of her neck, for her flavor of the skin on her stomach and most adamantly, it yearned for the sugary taste of her mouth.
#50 Believe
She could believe that he loved her; she could force herself to believe in the words of praise and adoration that he'd whisper into her hair…the hard part came with asking herself: why?
Author: I'm rocking the paragraphs instead of sentences…I'm gonna be kicked out of the claim thing for sure. I have to say that 24 and 33 are my favorites, only because 24 rhymes and 33 is FREAK NASTY! Hell yeah!
Coming up next is...wait for it...G is for Graveyard. I am an ass, don't be surprised, still rocking the metaphors though.