Within Temptation - rated R - 1/?
Title: Within Temptation
Type: drabble
Word Count: 205
Rating: R (for swearing)
Disclaimer: Since this is an original fiction, I own all the characters.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is an original fiction, based on real life situations. What it is like to live with a long suffering crush.
There was so much I wanted to tell him. So much I longed to share, to have him hold me and offer me comfort, to whisper in my ear and tell me that I’m beautiful, to kiss me and our bodies to touch in such a way, that nothing would matter. But it’s too fucking hard.
I would cry myself to sleep. Everything I wanted in a boyfriend was right in front of me and I couldn’t touch, couldn’t do anything about it. When I was with other boys, I simply imagined what it would be like if it was him I was kissing, him I was caressing, him that was cuddling next to me. I made myself sick, because I was stuck in a loveless rut.
“Alyssa? Alyssa?” I woke up with a jolt. I realised I had nodded off again. I had the most wonderful dream, and he was in it. He would leap from his chair, push aside the girls around him and pick me up in his arms and we would embrace. The people around us would stare and gasp, thinking him and her? And I would laugh. It wouldn’t matter. We were together.
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Type: drabble
Word Count: 205
Rating: R (for swearing)
Disclaimer: Since this is an original fiction, I own all the characters.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is an original fiction, based on real life situations. What it is like to live with a long suffering crush.
There was so much I wanted to tell him. So much I longed to share, to have him hold me and offer me comfort, to whisper in my ear and tell me that I’m beautiful, to kiss me and our bodies to touch in such a way, that nothing would matter. But it’s too fucking hard.
I would cry myself to sleep. Everything I wanted in a boyfriend was right in front of me and I couldn’t touch, couldn’t do anything about it. When I was with other boys, I simply imagined what it would be like if it was him I was kissing, him I was caressing, him that was cuddling next to me. I made myself sick, because I was stuck in a loveless rut.
“Alyssa? Alyssa?” I woke up with a jolt. I realised I had nodded off again. I had the most wonderful dream, and he was in it. He would leap from his chair, push aside the girls around him and pick me up in his arms and we would embrace. The people around us would stare and gasp, thinking him and her? And I would laugh. It wouldn’t matter. We were together.
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