Fic
Yep..no title no fandom no summary..feel free to guess (except you..you know who you are..you dont get to guess cause you know already) ..oh hellnations to the angst...im not goint to lj cut but if it does kill your flist tell me and i will..
STARTO~
It felt like a betrayal.
It shouldn’t have. He was still there, still close and present and here . Yet, it felt like he had left, as if what we shared had been reduced to a sort of hobby - or maybe even some tedious side-task.
It felt like a betrayal.
But, he had responsibilities. Had to keep it together, place less ‘burdens’ on him - he was killing himself with other tasks as it was - and so he just kept smiling. Hiding his less-savory expressions behind a convenient magazine or a well placed cough. His acting must have been good, the others never noticed.
It felt like a betrayal.
The space and lack of space and conversation and lack of conversation was all wrong. It all felt a bit awkward, like every action had been planned and he was wax, melting at the edges and no action felt natural anymore.
It felt like a betrayal.
It shouldn’t have - not logically. Logic, however, didn’t change a thing.
THE END.
Yes there was a reason for this fic..and a fandom in mind..and hey..i know its sorta generic and cliche..its sorta suppose to be.
STARTO~
It felt like a betrayal.
It shouldn’t have. He was still there, still close and present and here . Yet, it felt like he had left, as if what we shared had been reduced to a sort of hobby - or maybe even some tedious side-task.
It felt like a betrayal.
But, he had responsibilities. Had to keep it together, place less ‘burdens’ on him - he was killing himself with other tasks as it was - and so he just kept smiling. Hiding his less-savory expressions behind a convenient magazine or a well placed cough. His acting must have been good, the others never noticed.
It felt like a betrayal.
The space and lack of space and conversation and lack of conversation was all wrong. It all felt a bit awkward, like every action had been planned and he was wax, melting at the edges and no action felt natural anymore.
It felt like a betrayal.
It shouldn’t have - not logically. Logic, however, didn’t change a thing.
THE END.
Yes there was a reason for this fic..and a fandom in mind..and hey..i know its sorta generic and cliche..its sorta suppose to be.