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Title: Being Certain
Author: Me
Pairing: J/P (again, though I'm trying to do new ones though...breaking the habit.)
Rating: PG
Summary: John always says things with such unshakeable certainty. Paul's POV.
Author's Notes: So...this just hit me in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. So I woke up and wrote it. So here you all are, another drabble from me. I hope you all like it. :) It's a bit sad.
He always says things with such unshakeable certainty that I simply have to believe him. There's no questioning, no arguments, simple a glance of understanding and that's all there is to it.
Conversation over.
So why am I still standing here? Brain spinning, thoughts whirling, attempting to muster an argument, a rebuttal, counter attack. My mouth opens, closes, nothing but my hot breath passing through numb lips.
He cocks an eyebrow, lips pursed, waiting, a silent challenge, daring me to object, to tell him he's wrong. "I'm in love with someone else," he says again, "we're finished."
No questioning.
No arguments.
Conversation over.
[Think I went a bit comma happy there....sorry about that. Comments complete my entire life]
Author: Me
Pairing: J/P (again, though I'm trying to do new ones though...breaking the habit.)
Rating: PG
Summary: John always says things with such unshakeable certainty. Paul's POV.
Author's Notes: So...this just hit me in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. So I woke up and wrote it. So here you all are, another drabble from me. I hope you all like it. :) It's a bit sad.
He always says things with such unshakeable certainty that I simply have to believe him. There's no questioning, no arguments, simple a glance of understanding and that's all there is to it.
Conversation over.
So why am I still standing here? Brain spinning, thoughts whirling, attempting to muster an argument, a rebuttal, counter attack. My mouth opens, closes, nothing but my hot breath passing through numb lips.
He cocks an eyebrow, lips pursed, waiting, a silent challenge, daring me to object, to tell him he's wrong. "I'm in love with someone else," he says again, "we're finished."
No questioning.
No arguments.
Conversation over.
[Think I went a bit comma happy there....sorry about that. Comments complete my entire life]