Category: Gen - Original.
Rating: PG-15.
Notes: * Items adults.
Word counter: 1200 approx.
Disclaimer: The story and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons and / or events is purely coincidental. The story and characters are my own, any partial or complete reproduction is plagiarism (a crime!). Rights of authors to whom it may concern references to intellectual property of others.
Summary: Why is it easier to live kidding?
CHTMochándome I do not care because if you really odiases this situation and you had gone, but no. You still here, blaming me for something that both strive for something that is beyond your reach and can not be controlled or predicted.
- DO YOU SEE?! So what are you thinking now?!
Although I will not yell paying more attention, even if you try to send me your message clearer cries only cause me away. .- "Nothing half-hearted answer you trying to stop your tears keep fallingdead in space that, among the visibly empty space between the two.
Void.
never loved that word, I always thought it was a terrible word, so overwhelming and sad ... The vacuum only implies the absence of something that is supposed to be there but for unknown reasons is not. The void is not simply the place where we want what we have and end up hating.
- DO NOT TELL ME THAT NOTHING! DO NOT SEE THAT AS WELL AS WE SUFFER?!
Do you havea. .. until your tears flooded my senses, until your screams give way to hatred, until, overcome by fatigue, and does not want to say a word for the rest of my fucking life ...
Your pleading eyes again fell upon me, while my eyes are spread by depressing the space vacíoy which stopped just before my thinking.
I do not understand. I really do not. You're quiet, off the last drops that roll down your cheeks and you can just be quiet and listen ...
"All this was complicated, which we did not know anything and prefer to hide the truth without thoughtapproach.
imagine going to yell at me, maybe after one or two slaps convince me to go even faster pace than you desire.
"We can not live forever fooling .- Index watching a fixed point in the door, a tiny spot, missed a little place where the painting might.
-...- and then waiting for your violent reaction I get the warmth of your body to my back, your arms protectively over my stomach-interlaced engañémonos few years ma , s, a time more ...
This must be the most tender hug you've ever made, this must be the sweetest voice you've ever used.
And this should be the final and most insincere more nostalgic we could have chosen. How sad it is to pretend and avoid injury as easy to do, right?
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