ookaaayyyy...

[jedusor]

“Tell me that you don’t love me.”
He’s standing in the pouring rain, dark hair flat against his head, strands dripping down his forehead into his eyes. There’s enough room for him to enter, but he doesn’t. His deep brown eyes bore into mine, challenging me.
“Tell me that you don’t care.”
I don’t know what to do. I want to do what he’s telling me to. I want to obliterate him from my life, erase him from my memory, wipe the slate clean and start this miserable year over again.
But I can’t.
I step out into the downpour and touch his cold, wet lips with one finger. “No,” I whisper, although he can’t hear me through the drops pummeling the street and the thunder in the distance. My hands move forward to rest lightly on his hips, his shirt clinging to his skin beneath my fingers.
I kiss him gently, suddenly oblivious of the rain, of the heat seeping out of my open door, of everything but the man I thought I hated. And nothing else matters.
Nothing matters, because I do love him. I do care.


This is kinda weird, when I'm doing something mundane and something just pops into my brain like this. I guess it's inspiration, but to me it feels more like a ton of bricks suddenly appearing inside my head and needing to come out. Oh, well.

Comments

[mori-uruloki.livejournal.com]

That was good.

good?!...GOOD?!?!

[devils-reject.livejournal.com]

that was way more than good.

Re: good?!...GOOD?!?!

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

*blushes* Thanks. Like I said, no clue where it came from. It feels odd when this happens- like someone else is writing through me or something... *shrug*

Re: good?!...GOOD?!?!

[devils-reject.livejournal.com]

i know how you feel babe, i've been there SO many times