You cried and you cried and you cried wolf
So it took me a minute to understand
That you really were hurt bad
That day you deeply cut your hand
And then that look that you gave me
Sent me rushing through guilt's door
I'd already started to feel callous
Like I really should care more
It was my work that kept me upright
So you called it a crutch
While I drifted off
Into dreams of such and such
And by the time we'd come full circle
We knew exactly what to do
Just keep looking at the triangle
Instead of what it's pointing to
But you can't will yourself happy
You can't will your cunt wet
You can't keep standing at the station
Pretending you're being met
You can't wear a sign that says 'yours'
When that ain't what you get
It flows and flows away from me
My love is a stream
Your love is a vaudeville show
So charming and obscene
We both had our moments
We both had our fun
And then I hated to prove 'em all right
All those who said I'd run
But you can't will yourself happy
You can't will your cunt wet
You can't keep standing at the station
Pretending you're being met
You can't keep wearing a sign that says 'yours'
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"Then leave!" His face is ashen in the heat of your rage. You can see crystal-like tears forming at the corners of his eyes, and that gives you bitter satisfaction. He bites his lip in the way you find annoyingly cute, and he lifts curious fingertips to the blooming bruise on his left cheek.
"B-but…" He stammers; the sound of flesh connecting with flesh cracks through the apartment complex-hallway.
"Shut up!" You scream, feeling your own angry and confused tears welling in your eyes. "I don't ever want to hear you!"
You can see his legs beginning to shake, and this deflates some of your anger. Sobs are beginning to wrack his frame, and he crumbles in on himself. "I-I didn't mean t-to…!" He wails over and over.
You resist the urge to poke and prod some more at his obvious depression, and quell the shaking in your fists as you drop to the ground beside. Your arms wrap around him and you pull him close; your eyes catch the bruises and old scars on his arms. His clings to your shirt, staining the once pure white fabric. "W-why…?"
Your mouth is at his ear, and you whisper the words he knows by heart. "Raito-kun, I hit you because I love you…"
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What. The. Hell. LxLight? As in, L AS THE SEME? Wow…anyway…right. (Don't get me wrong, I still prefer Light as the seme -nod-)
I wanted to do a homage to a one-shot that I read where L was the abusive 'boyfriend'. It was good, so the plot belongs to her or him. -nod-
