"Scattered" Green Day, Mike/Billie, PG
Title: Scattered.
Fandom: GD.
Pairing: M/B
Rating: PG.
A songfic to GD's song "Scattered". Life moves on and all it leaves behind are these pictures scattered on the floor.
D/c: Not mine.
Sorry I've been away from lj for a while, I just moved back to school. Classes start tomorrow. That plus the song led to this little bit.
Enjoy it in all it's emo-ness...
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Tears fell onto old glossed photographs and wrinkled, yellowing pages. The liquid drops of his soul smeared the ink and soaked into the paper, distorting it just enough to rip another heart-wrenching sob from the small body.
The air was thick and stale. He couldn’t breathe-didn’t want to. Breathing meant time passing.
Trembling fingers closed around the ruined, ripped, faded pages. They crumpled under the pressure.
“Billie... why don’t you just throw them away?”
“I can’t remember without them... It’s all I have.”
Bright blue eyes traveled over the broken man with pain. He clung to the nearly blank and wordless pages and those old, curling photos spewed from their tipped box.
Strong, tattooed arms lifted the man from the floor, forcing him to release his dearest memories from his fists. Blurred green eyes followed as they fell to meet the others, looking like a colored mess of leaves covering the hardwood floor. His father’s face looked up at him. Their young, innocent, oblivious and happy faces stared at them. Lost lyrics and melodies of fast-fading songs lie crumpled among the chaos. Old band fliers printed on cheap paper were crumbling apart every time he touched them, but he just couldn’t leave them be.
“Hey, look at me.”
Emerald meets sapphire. They melt together in a sickening realization that they can never go back. Life is moving on, no matter how many tears are shed. Blues capture greens.
“You’ve got me.”
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-J X
Fandom: GD.
Pairing: M/B
Rating: PG.
A songfic to GD's song "Scattered". Life moves on and all it leaves behind are these pictures scattered on the floor.
D/c: Not mine.
Sorry I've been away from lj for a while, I just moved back to school. Classes start tomorrow. That plus the song led to this little bit.
Enjoy it in all it's emo-ness...
- -
Tears fell onto old glossed photographs and wrinkled, yellowing pages. The liquid drops of his soul smeared the ink and soaked into the paper, distorting it just enough to rip another heart-wrenching sob from the small body.
The air was thick and stale. He couldn’t breathe-didn’t want to. Breathing meant time passing.
Trembling fingers closed around the ruined, ripped, faded pages. They crumpled under the pressure.
“Billie... why don’t you just throw them away?”
“I can’t remember without them... It’s all I have.”
Bright blue eyes traveled over the broken man with pain. He clung to the nearly blank and wordless pages and those old, curling photos spewed from their tipped box.
Strong, tattooed arms lifted the man from the floor, forcing him to release his dearest memories from his fists. Blurred green eyes followed as they fell to meet the others, looking like a colored mess of leaves covering the hardwood floor. His father’s face looked up at him. Their young, innocent, oblivious and happy faces stared at them. Lost lyrics and melodies of fast-fading songs lie crumpled among the chaos. Old band fliers printed on cheap paper were crumbling apart every time he touched them, but he just couldn’t leave them be.
“Hey, look at me.”
Emerald meets sapphire. They melt together in a sickening realization that they can never go back. Life is moving on, no matter how many tears are shed. Blues capture greens.
“You’ve got me.”
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-J X