Title: Traffic Lights
Chapters: Drabble
Author:
paranoiascreamsGenre: Angst
Warning: Un-Beta'd
Rating: PG - 13
Pairings/Characters: Tora x Saga
Synopsis: I looked beside me, there you are sleeping soundly on the passenger seat, your light brown hair falling on your face, too tired to wake after an agonizing feat, crying over your now ex-boyfriend who you caught cheating on you, time and time again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Alice nine, story is mine. ALL MINE.
Comments: Written for
50stories , theme set 002: #49 Time goes by by Every Little Thing
The traffic lights on the street turned red.
Twenty seconds of stillness, as there are only a number of cars on the road, all are on the way home.
I looked beside me, there you are sleeping soundly on the passenger seat, your light brown hair falling on your face, too tired to wake after an agonizing feat, crying over your now ex-boyfriend who you caught cheating on you, time and time again.
And me, time and time again will listen like always on how you hate him, and how you want him to die, only to have you rave about him days after on how you gave him another chance, and you want to work it out and you believe that this time will be better than the last.
But what about me? Will I always be just there to listen to you? Be there to be with you when you confront him every time? How i wish there will be a day that you will listen to me too.
I looked in front of my car and the lights have turned green, i started my engine and made my way to your home to drop you off.
I sighed.
Maybe this time you'd really leave him.
I think I've told myself that a hundred of times now. Time goes by and I think i got used to it so much, it doesnt sting as much as it does before.
Why cant love has its own traffic lights? So that i'll know when to slow down, or when to go, or just when to stop my heart from loving you?
I know i badly need one.
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Author's note: Ive been meaning to write this situation for a while now, but cant seem to do so everytime i try and write so sorry it ended as a drabble.
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