Breathe In - oneshot
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sunshine_173Title: Breathe In
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sunshine_173
Rating: G
Pairing: implied Belldom
Summary: Stream-of-conscious. Dom basically expressing how much he misses Matt etc etc
Feedback: I'm a comment whore. Every time I read one, miniature fairies take handfuls of love from my heart and dispense them into yours.
Disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
Warning: nada.
Note: I'm baaaaaack in businesssss :D :D :D :D I can't express how good it feels to post someone on LJ. I mean, omfgomfg. A short little 600 word drabble. Bunches of love tomillionstar for being fab and reading over it.
Someone once told me that I didn’t understand what it felt like to be hurt by love.
I laughed in their face, because I believed that love could never hurt someone. Love healed, love blessed. Love was the only thing in this world that could wipe away all the pain and repair a broken heart. I told them that no, I would never feel just how strong the sting of Cupid’s arrow was, because love couldn’t damage. Loneliness does, though. Rejection, envy, loss.
I expected that person to just smile and say I didn’t know what I was talking about.
Of course, I never knew how much I’d wish for someone to grab me by the shoulders and shake me till I realized how naïve I was. Because I didn’t plan on how caught up with you I’d become.
I was too blinded by your beauty to comprehend how much of a madness, a tempest, love is. I was so wrapped up in you, with you, and you for me that neither of us saw it coming. By it, I’m referring to that volcanic chemistry between us settling down back onto igneous earth.
You said it was bound to happen. That our roots weren’t entwined together as heavily as love needs them to be. That we were in the fiery turmoil of lust and being in love.
But I could see it in your lying eyes, that you didn’t believe yourself. You fell back into that damned defense mechanism I’d spent the last seven years carefully deconstructing, making sure I didn’t cut the red wire. I’d stepped on my fair share of hidden mines and sent you running but I knew we were forever because you’d come back, or I’d find you.
Do I need to spell it out to you? Do I need to scream it in your face? Tear your eyes wide open and make you see how much I need you, how much I miss you? Shove it down your throat and force you to stop building the fucking Wall of China around yourself, because I want you so much that it hurts for me to look someone in the eyes if they have the same shade of blue as you.
That’s only happened once, because your eyes are so unique.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have fresh tears trail down my cheeks because I ran out of them the first year of you-being-gone.
I’m crying here. Shouting for you but I can’t get the words out just right. It’s pointless because I heard you got engaged a few months ago.
Kind of silly, my love (obsession?) for you. Seven years of sex and sweat and tears and beauty and happiness and you. So swept up in your radiance that I didn’t realize you were pulling away from me until you sat me down in the dodgiest hotel room I’d ever seen. Sat me down and told the wall that you were unhappy, that you wanted to leave.
I bet you thought yourself clever as you hid the one tear that trembled on your eyelashes. Slick and sly for coming off as unemotional and frozen.
Twenty six thousand, two hundred ninety seven and a half. That’s how many hours it’s been since you told me you’d booked a flight for Alaska – of all fucking places – and that you wished me well. I’m not well and I haven’t forgotten the taste of salt on your skin.
I just have to keep reminding myself that letting go isn’t giving up, it’s realizing it wasn’t meant to be.
Author:
sunshine_173 Rating: G
Pairing: implied Belldom
Summary: Stream-of-conscious. Dom basically expressing how much he misses Matt etc etc
Feedback: I'm a comment whore. Every time I read one, miniature fairies take handfuls of love from my heart and dispense them into yours.
Disclaimer: I think if I owned Muse, you would know about it. They're a bit famous so I doubt it'd be something easily hidden.
Warning: nada.
Note: I'm baaaaaack in businesssss :D :D :D :D I can't express how good it feels to post someone on LJ. I mean, omfgomfg. A short little 600 word drabble. Bunches of love to
millionstar for being fab and reading over it. Someone once told me that I didn’t understand what it felt like to be hurt by love.
I laughed in their face, because I believed that love could never hurt someone. Love healed, love blessed. Love was the only thing in this world that could wipe away all the pain and repair a broken heart. I told them that no, I would never feel just how strong the sting of Cupid’s arrow was, because love couldn’t damage. Loneliness does, though. Rejection, envy, loss.
I expected that person to just smile and say I didn’t know what I was talking about.
Of course, I never knew how much I’d wish for someone to grab me by the shoulders and shake me till I realized how naïve I was. Because I didn’t plan on how caught up with you I’d become.
I was too blinded by your beauty to comprehend how much of a madness, a tempest, love is. I was so wrapped up in you, with you, and you for me that neither of us saw it coming. By it, I’m referring to that volcanic chemistry between us settling down back onto igneous earth.
You said it was bound to happen. That our roots weren’t entwined together as heavily as love needs them to be. That we were in the fiery turmoil of lust and being in love.
But I could see it in your lying eyes, that you didn’t believe yourself. You fell back into that damned defense mechanism I’d spent the last seven years carefully deconstructing, making sure I didn’t cut the red wire. I’d stepped on my fair share of hidden mines and sent you running but I knew we were forever because you’d come back, or I’d find you.
Do I need to spell it out to you? Do I need to scream it in your face? Tear your eyes wide open and make you see how much I need you, how much I miss you? Shove it down your throat and force you to stop building the fucking Wall of China around yourself, because I want you so much that it hurts for me to look someone in the eyes if they have the same shade of blue as you.
That’s only happened once, because your eyes are so unique.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have fresh tears trail down my cheeks because I ran out of them the first year of you-being-gone.
I’m crying here. Shouting for you but I can’t get the words out just right. It’s pointless because I heard you got engaged a few months ago.
Kind of silly, my love (obsession?) for you. Seven years of sex and sweat and tears and beauty and happiness and you. So swept up in your radiance that I didn’t realize you were pulling away from me until you sat me down in the dodgiest hotel room I’d ever seen. Sat me down and told the wall that you were unhappy, that you wanted to leave.
I bet you thought yourself clever as you hid the one tear that trembled on your eyelashes. Slick and sly for coming off as unemotional and frozen.
Twenty six thousand, two hundred ninety seven and a half. That’s how many hours it’s been since you told me you’d booked a flight for Alaska – of all fucking places – and that you wished me well. I’m not well and I haven’t forgotten the taste of salt on your skin.
I just have to keep reminding myself that letting go isn’t giving up, it’s realizing it wasn’t meant to be.
