Neve
07-13-2006, 09:24 PM
I recently got sidetracked while writing the CBRPG storyline, and ended up writing this (which isn't actually Bleach related at all XD). It's pretty terrible, to be honest - I used to be a lot better at fiction, but this is the first thing I've written for about two years, so it was inevitably going to be fairly poor quality. Still, I hope to write more and improve over this holidays, and try and regain my previous standard.
It really is important that you read all of it all the way through to the end, and don't skip out anything before commenting =D.
Sleep
Dim light replaces darkness as my eyes slowly open. Waking up next to you is beautiful. My first sight is your gently shut eyes, my first scent the fragrance of your hair. You look so peaceful in sleep. I move slowly, careful not to disturb you, careful not to shatter that perfection that is created by your tranquillity.
I run a single finger through your long copper hair, its soft texture relaxing to the senses. I move it slowly across your face, exploring your features – your perfectly shaped nose; your tender lips; your smooth chin. I move down your delicate neck on to your smooth, soft breasts. Then to your slim waist, finally reaching your long, slender legs. Having you next to me means the end of pain. The end of feeling hurt. I will never be unhappy again.
I recall the time when you were not mine. When I spent my life in dark bars desperately trying to relieve my pain. Injecting those evil fluids into my body and choking as much vile alcohol into my throat as I could afford, trying to make myself forget my failure. To make myself forget that I had ruined everything. That there was no going back for me.
But then I found you. Your presence alone convinced me to leave my pain behind and flush those disgusting impurities from my veins. And my life finally had purpose: to persuade you that you loved me in the same way that I did. And even when I was rejected again and again, even when you told me that you would never love me I continued to try harder. Because I love you.
And here I am. With you at last. And I no longer need anything else. I no longer care about my worthless job, about my tiny apartment, about my pathetic social life or about my uncaring family. I have you. Nothing else matters.
And as I watch the blood encrusted on your body slowly turning black in the harsh light of the sun, I kiss your cold lips again, slowly running my hands over the cuts I made in your perfect form only two days ago. I still remember the sounds of your screams. And it doesn’t matter, because I finally have my wish. I finally have my dream. I finally have you. And you will never leave me.
And as the door crashes down, and men surround me, the sounds of their shouts filling the air, it doesn’t matter. I run my hands across your naked body one more time. And as they swear at me and bind my hands. As they tell me where I’m going for the next fifty years it doesn’t matter. Because I have you.
You’re still asleep.
It really is important that you read all of it all the way through to the end, and don't skip out anything before commenting =D.
Sleep
Dim light replaces darkness as my eyes slowly open. Waking up next to you is beautiful. My first sight is your gently shut eyes, my first scent the fragrance of your hair. You look so peaceful in sleep. I move slowly, careful not to disturb you, careful not to shatter that perfection that is created by your tranquillity.
I run a single finger through your long copper hair, its soft texture relaxing to the senses. I move it slowly across your face, exploring your features – your perfectly shaped nose; your tender lips; your smooth chin. I move down your delicate neck on to your smooth, soft breasts. Then to your slim waist, finally reaching your long, slender legs. Having you next to me means the end of pain. The end of feeling hurt. I will never be unhappy again.
I recall the time when you were not mine. When I spent my life in dark bars desperately trying to relieve my pain. Injecting those evil fluids into my body and choking as much vile alcohol into my throat as I could afford, trying to make myself forget my failure. To make myself forget that I had ruined everything. That there was no going back for me.
But then I found you. Your presence alone convinced me to leave my pain behind and flush those disgusting impurities from my veins. And my life finally had purpose: to persuade you that you loved me in the same way that I did. And even when I was rejected again and again, even when you told me that you would never love me I continued to try harder. Because I love you.
And here I am. With you at last. And I no longer need anything else. I no longer care about my worthless job, about my tiny apartment, about my pathetic social life or about my uncaring family. I have you. Nothing else matters.
And as I watch the blood encrusted on your body slowly turning black in the harsh light of the sun, I kiss your cold lips again, slowly running my hands over the cuts I made in your perfect form only two days ago. I still remember the sounds of your screams. And it doesn’t matter, because I finally have my wish. I finally have my dream. I finally have you. And you will never leave me.
And as the door crashes down, and men surround me, the sounds of their shouts filling the air, it doesn’t matter. I run my hands across your naked body one more time. And as they swear at me and bind my hands. As they tell me where I’m going for the next fifty years it doesn’t matter. Because I have you.
You’re still asleep.