Believing
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Believing
JC believed in aliens; the same way you believed in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy - just a part of childhood memories that never go away.
He believed the aliens were old, old thieving men, decked in awful, pinched, green skin-tight outfits, the same way Dad dressed up as Santa at Christmas, and attempted to jump down the chimney, which resulted in a broken arm and a black, sooty beard, decorated with patches of snowy-white.
So it would stand to reason that JC had faith in miracles, the same way he believed in wishing on stars, and the pot of gold and leprechauns at the end of rainbows.
Miracles like finding someone to love, to have, were the basic thoughts that stayed, without aim, in his subconscious, so that he made a mental note of every guy he saw, and put him on a scale of one to ten, with ten being a dream suitor - someone he could see himself married to with five adopted kids.
But when he finally met the perfect someone, the someone from miracles and dreams come true, everything he believed in seemed to shatter. It was just too good to be true.
Green eyes. Beautiful bass. Brilliant and sarcastic all in one. And the best part was that he loved JC back.
But it was over too soon. It couldn't be true. JC shut him out of his life, with a broken whisper filled with unspoken apologies, and hoped that his heart wouldn't break, because this was the right thing to do.
It had been too perfect. It wouldn't last. It just wasn't possible.
So he slipped back into his own world, lonely and cold, with only distorted dreams and dying faith to brush his tears away.
-fin-
Believing
JC believed in aliens; the same way you believed in Santa Claus and the tooth fairy - just a part of childhood memories that never go away.
He believed the aliens were old, old thieving men, decked in awful, pinched, green skin-tight outfits, the same way Dad dressed up as Santa at Christmas, and attempted to jump down the chimney, which resulted in a broken arm and a black, sooty beard, decorated with patches of snowy-white.
So it would stand to reason that JC had faith in miracles, the same way he believed in wishing on stars, and the pot of gold and leprechauns at the end of rainbows.
Miracles like finding someone to love, to have, were the basic thoughts that stayed, without aim, in his subconscious, so that he made a mental note of every guy he saw, and put him on a scale of one to ten, with ten being a dream suitor - someone he could see himself married to with five adopted kids.
But when he finally met the perfect someone, the someone from miracles and dreams come true, everything he believed in seemed to shatter. It was just too good to be true.
Green eyes. Beautiful bass. Brilliant and sarcastic all in one. And the best part was that he loved JC back.
But it was over too soon. It couldn't be true. JC shut him out of his life, with a broken whisper filled with unspoken apologies, and hoped that his heart wouldn't break, because this was the right thing to do.
It had been too perfect. It wouldn't last. It just wasn't possible.
So he slipped back into his own world, lonely and cold, with only distorted dreams and dying faith to brush his tears away.
-fin-