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May. 21st, 2004 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jspencer1986I feel the urge to write. I have stories in my head and nowhere for them to go because they are so random. They don't belong anywhere. So I guess I'll put some here.
The Last Time
He poured his heart and soul into the letter that he wrote her, and wore a grim expression, hoping for the best while fearing the absolute worst. Fleeting visions of times past ran menacingly through his mind, embracing the dark corners and empty crevices of his consciousness. Memories of talking for hours, of how her scent still lingered in the air long after she'd gone, and the last time they touched. Then his final reverie, of ending their unspoken bond and walking from her while a solitary tear made it's journey down his cheek. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, as he tried not to imagine what life was going to be like without her there to tell him everything would soon be alright.
But the letter...the letter was to be a confession of sorts. An admittance of feelings that had always been taboo and therefore remained undisclosed. Both he and she had known the attraction, and known it well, but neither had wanted to break the silence. His message to her uncovered all the feelings he never let slip and some he didn't even know he had harboured until he started writing earlier that evening.
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I will probably continue this sometime in the near future if anyone is interested in reading the rest let me know and I'll post a link.
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I spose there really isn't that much else to say except I miss my boy and I want chicken.
The Last Time
He poured his heart and soul into the letter that he wrote her, and wore a grim expression, hoping for the best while fearing the absolute worst. Fleeting visions of times past ran menacingly through his mind, embracing the dark corners and empty crevices of his consciousness. Memories of talking for hours, of how her scent still lingered in the air long after she'd gone, and the last time they touched. Then his final reverie, of ending their unspoken bond and walking from her while a solitary tear made it's journey down his cheek. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, as he tried not to imagine what life was going to be like without her there to tell him everything would soon be alright.
But the letter...the letter was to be a confession of sorts. An admittance of feelings that had always been taboo and therefore remained undisclosed. Both he and she had known the attraction, and known it well, but neither had wanted to break the silence. His message to her uncovered all the feelings he never let slip and some he didn't even know he had harboured until he started writing earlier that evening.
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I will probably continue this sometime in the near future if anyone is interested in reading the rest let me know and I'll post a link.
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I spose there really isn't that much else to say except I miss my boy and I want chicken.
