A/N: Forgive the rustiness. Dedicated to Potters-light, AmbrosiusSchuyler, and Shadeehue for being constant reviewers. Also to Sonnie for the wonderful soundtrack even when I highly doubt you'll read this. Go check her wonderful stories!
Word count: 494 words
Characters: Neji, Tenten
Summary: The tip of their fingertips touch. There's electricity, and a barely conceivable pause. A paralyzing silence. He apologizes; she suppresses a sigh. Pain meant nothing beside him. Their hell is a good life.
Chapter 10:
Our Hell
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The first went wrong is hard to find
The tip of their fingertips touch. There's electricity, and a barely conceivable pause. A paralyzing silence. He apologizes; she suppresses a sigh.
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Our hell is a good life
It's hard to remember when it all started to go downhill. They had met, Neji and Tenten. One day they had been friends, the next it was hard to say. All she knew was that there was something in her heart that wanted to burst whenever she saw him. There was pain.
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What I thought it was it isn't now
She waited patiently even when she wasn't exactly sure what to wait for. She'd watch him from afar; they would share idle talk. Yet, she couldn't even recall the last time he'd let her in. She knew she had been close, when he looked into her eyes and his lips would part. He would stop then and return to his shell. She would turn her back to him, he expected as much.
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Can we stop?
She tried waiting; it was getting worst. They were moderate: the unspoken words, the heavy air. They'd modernized it. They would be close, yet so far away. A brush of hands, a meaningful stare, an exchange of words; that's all they knew to do. They would forget and head to a new aching day. A vicious cycle as they colored into the black hole. But she would remind herself with a bitter smile; they day would come.
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Las went wrong, where is my prize?
He'd walked her home one day, the shifting of routine was enough to elate her heart and give her hope. She had been blind.
He said goodbye, she took his hand.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Stay," she had to pause, "please," she said barely over a whisper, he knew she wasn't keen to beg. Time stopped as he brushed his hand away from her reach.
"I'll be late for dinner, I'm sorry," his voice was hard; it had no change.
Still, she watched as he turned away from her. He had stopped and closed the door. She fell to her knees. The shaking hands, aching throat and burning eyes, she knew them too well.
Something wet met with her hand, all she could do is to wait and forget; she had been wrong.
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What I thought there was is missing
There's a pattern in the system as there's a bullet in the gun… that was as far as she had thought. She also thought she had a chance.
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That's why I tried to save you
She met him with a warm smile the next day. He gave her a nod. She could fake if that meant staying by his side. She could wait, endure the pain, and not forget. If that meant she could be entitled to love him. She wouldn't give up.
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It can't be done.
Pain meant nothing beside him.
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Our hell is a good life.
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I wonder if the feelings I wanted to convey with this worked. I don't have much to say except that I used a lot more imagery and poetic language, mainly because I was inspired directly by a song. (Our hell by Emily Haines & the soft skeleton!!) It's different from what I usually write, I guess. More bittersweet? Like I said before, there's not much to say. Forgive the lateness, Sims 3 is a mayor distraction! Also, expect a new fic soon or maybe two fics? Wish me luck. One is a big project, the other one is a slice of life. Hmmm…wish me luck again?
I hope you continue the reading. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, just as positive feedback or if you just happen to have an opinion, a comment/suggestion or whatever, don't hesitate to leave a review. It's always nice to read what you guys think.
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