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Title: flowers
Author: forgotten evil
Rated: G
Characters: no names mentioned. But Billy and Joel intended (Billy=evil one)
Summary: VERY VERY short little fic.
disclaimer: own no-one and no-thing
My first post so please comment. I know it isn’t good or anything but I’m trying to sort myself out at the moment
Roses
He had made me a little sachet of dried crushed roses for my birthday, it smelt just like him, the smell he knew I loved so much, the smell that lifted me off the planet and sent me orbiting.
He knew I kept it in my pillow, he had wanted me, silently commanded me, to.
We had both known he was going to hurt me the next day, that was why he had given it to me, he had known he was going to crush me like he had crushed those petals.
I had woken up the next morning to freshly picked roses at the end of my bed, I had smiled my last smile, maybe I had been wrong, maybe he would spare me just this once. But of course he hadn’t.
There was a card attached to the roses. In a few written sentences he had done more damage then any spoken words or physically blows ever could have done. Again.
He had always had a way with words, and it was only at these times that I wished he didn’t.
Now I lay here, the smell of him engulfing me
I’m watching and waiting for the roses to die.
Then at least I wont be able to see him any more, only smell him.
And too soon that will go.
Too soon I will promise myself never again.
Too soon I will be alone and empty, again.
Then ill find myself waiting, waiting for the next flower to come into bloom and the cycle to begin again.
Author: forgotten evil
Rated: G
Characters: no names mentioned. But Billy and Joel intended (Billy=evil one)
Summary: VERY VERY short little fic.
disclaimer: own no-one and no-thing
My first post so please comment. I know it isn’t good or anything but I’m trying to sort myself out at the moment
Roses
He had made me a little sachet of dried crushed roses for my birthday, it smelt just like him, the smell he knew I loved so much, the smell that lifted me off the planet and sent me orbiting.
He knew I kept it in my pillow, he had wanted me, silently commanded me, to.
We had both known he was going to hurt me the next day, that was why he had given it to me, he had known he was going to crush me like he had crushed those petals.
I had woken up the next morning to freshly picked roses at the end of my bed, I had smiled my last smile, maybe I had been wrong, maybe he would spare me just this once. But of course he hadn’t.
There was a card attached to the roses. In a few written sentences he had done more damage then any spoken words or physically blows ever could have done. Again.
He had always had a way with words, and it was only at these times that I wished he didn’t.
Now I lay here, the smell of him engulfing me
I’m watching and waiting for the roses to die.
Then at least I wont be able to see him any more, only smell him.
And too soon that will go.
Too soon I will promise myself never again.
Too soon I will be alone and empty, again.
Then ill find myself waiting, waiting for the next flower to come into bloom and the cycle to begin again.