I will update to satisfy…X3.


Chapter 8
Pretty Picture

A pretty smile for that pretty face
December, 29th, 2009
That's too much guilt to pay

A pretty smile for that pretty face.

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He hasn't talked to me since yesterday and I fear that he's still very angry at me for my question yesterday and I don't blame him because of the way I had questioned our love instead of being grateful for it.

I just—

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Our skin presses against each other, memories of love and adoration, bubble, destroy…me and I feel like I have nothing to live for anymore. But I'll hold on. I'll hold on because I know that this will pan out—eventually. My heart is telling me so. My brain is telling me to snap back into reality.

He tells me that he wants me to go downstairs and get an extra room key, just in case he's going to go out so he constantly needs to get in and out of the room and I walk downstairs, take the key and come back right up.

My thoughts are all on…what's he going to do? Is he going to hook up? He should. He should hook up. I'm the one that doesn't deserve him. He can do whatever the hell he wants. I walk into the room and am instantly met by a dark room, candles lighting up everywhere—confusion's bubbling in my core and before I can turn away, I feel myself get knocked onto the bed and lips attack mine, my eyes stare into Randy's and soon enough, I kiss him back, pulling back. "I thought you were mad at me."

"This is our love, or as you say what's left of it, 'Randy caresses my cheek, 'Ted, it's been a year. I dated several men and women and none of them give me the feeling you do when I step into the room and stare into those eyes…it's been an entire year and I'm not going to let you go so easily. In fact, our love or what's left of it, is enough to make me want to breathe every day. I'd die for you, Teddybear."

No sad endings to the next, just a heated make out session that ends up with me being into his hands as he kisses my cheek.

It's enough.

It's enough.

Isn't it?

I feel as if there's nothing there to stop me anymore. A pool of endless space, endless dreams, and I can reach out. I feel as if I can reach out, hold it, grab it, make something out of my damned life…

Make something out of me.

I feel…

I feel as if this emptiness has shook out of my body. I feel…perfect. I feel…content. I feel…complete.

a pretty smile for that pretty face.

I'm happy.


*blinkblink* no wonder it took me so long to write this. I'm not good at writing fluff, sweethearts. XP. I am working on the next chapter now so you won't kill me for an update. Gonna update today actually.

X Sam.