EDIT: now that I fixed that. Let me post this as well.
Gone to the 14th one.
I'm satisfied.
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Smile
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John's forgotten how Randy smiles.
It's like a long forgotten memory and now whenever he stares at the past pictures, the smile that's painted on Randy's face seems to make him into a stranger because he's so used to seeing this broken up dark side shattered side of Randy Orton that he doesn't know if Randy can ever be happy again and all he wants is Randy's happiness and suddenly, all he cares about is Randy Orton's happiness and all he wants to see is that gleeful smile that'll change the word and open up a possibility for recovery.
It just doesn't work that way and John never really knew that until that night, as Randy sleeps around three o'clock because most of the time, he's had this pulsing paining headache that he can't shake off and now that it's dimmed for a while, he can finally rest his bloodshot eyes to escape into the black surreal darkness at the back of his head and as John buys around fifty red roses and arranges them around the room that night andI just don't want to break anyone anymore and as he lays back next to Randy, he runs his fingers on Randy's neck, feeling him as he breathes from underneath him, quick and nauseous, trickled with fear and horror.
Randy's eyes slowly open up to face John's face and they're staring at each other and the scent of the now dead and welted roses make Randy want to throw up and he knows what it smells like and feels like and looks like around here in the room like a graveyard with shattered promises and broken hearts and nothing's left in here but memories of death and blood and distorted nightmares and as John notices the nausea and queasiness and unsettledness sloshing and swishing and splashing onto Randy's stomach as Randy scrambles to the other side of his bed, on John's lap, throwing up in the bin.
Still feeling sick, with acid burning at his throat, Randy's head swirls with dizziness as he tries to sit up but falls back down onto John's lap, and John strokes Randy's back, feeling John's shirt stick to his body and as Randy breathes in and out, and Randy clutches tightly onto John's sweaty jeans and he feels John's hot breath onto his neck as Randy looks up at him and their eyes lock again and we're just so dead in this room now.
And as John moves close to Randy to kiss, pressing his lips onto Randy's mouth but feeling him breathe into his mouth makes John uneasy inside as he clasps onto Randy's shirt to bring him closer and as John notices that Randy's not kissing him back at all or pulling away, just like kissing a puppet we're all so dead in this world now and as John pulls away, lifting Randy's head so that they're both eye level, John feels Randy start shaking and shivering, wide eyes looking at him, scared little huge glassy eyes glass always breaks.
John rubs Randy's back, knowing that he can't make him happy, he looks out into the world around him.
There is no world.
Just broken pieces of the world.
So very dead in this room right now.
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Sorry for the confusion.
This stuff happens to me all the time.
Well, I've had this computer for at least...since 2003.
:P
Sam