In the Air
Title:In the Air
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Drama
Paring: GRI
Summary: He closed his eyes and breathed in the air.
This one is because of a recent post (that I will find soon) and listening to this song too much:
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“I hate this place and it’s emptiness”
The little bottle of brown liquid sailed through the air and exploded on impact. He watched it will still eyes and breathed in deeply.
“I hate that you left me.”
It was odd to be alone after so long together. Like something was missing, but, not at the same time. He shook his head to rid it of the traitorous thought.
“I hate that I can’t be angry because it was for the fucking best.”
He spoke to the mirror in the bathroom because it didn’t speak back.
“I hate that I still see you everywhere and you smile like it’s nothing.”
His fingers slid along the floor, gathering shards of glass on his fingertip. Just enough to scratch, but not break the surface. Never enough to break the surface.
“I hate this horrible feeling and the way it chokes my words.”
The silence of his home, no longer a home, pushed in on him terribly. Surrounded him with the emptiness and suffocated him.
“I want to hate you so badly”
He slid down the wall and stared in at his own eyes, so dark and unfamiliar.
“You fucking disappoint me.”
He closed his eyes, breathing in.
The only way to know he’d ever been there, the faint smell of his aftershave in the air.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Drama
Paring: GRI
Summary: He closed his eyes and breathed in the air.
This one is because of a recent post (that I will find soon) and listening to this song too much:
Click to view~*~
“I hate this place and it’s emptiness”
The little bottle of brown liquid sailed through the air and exploded on impact. He watched it will still eyes and breathed in deeply.
“I hate that you left me.”
It was odd to be alone after so long together. Like something was missing, but, not at the same time. He shook his head to rid it of the traitorous thought.
“I hate that I can’t be angry because it was for the fucking best.”
He spoke to the mirror in the bathroom because it didn’t speak back.
“I hate that I still see you everywhere and you smile like it’s nothing.”
His fingers slid along the floor, gathering shards of glass on his fingertip. Just enough to scratch, but not break the surface. Never enough to break the surface.
“I hate this horrible feeling and the way it chokes my words.”
The silence of his home, no longer a home, pushed in on him terribly. Surrounded him with the emptiness and suffocated him.
“I want to hate you so badly”
He slid down the wall and stared in at his own eyes, so dark and unfamiliar.
“You fucking disappoint me.”
He closed his eyes, breathing in.
The only way to know he’d ever been there, the faint smell of his aftershave in the air.