I love you
Mmm, kay. I'm shoving something I wrote a while ago out there for all you lovely people on my friends list to read.
Originally I had agreed to write a store based around the idea of fanmail. Well, this is what wound up stemming from that. So far from the mark but still with the base idea, so I thought I would put it up and let people who cared no one read it, enjoy it, hate it, either way please critique it so that I can better myself and I won't get yelled at for awhile by going 'I SUCK!'
For anyone that cares, I'm still going to do the story based on fanmail, I'm just not sure which pairing yet. I was thinking maybe Kyo [Dir en grey] and Mao [Sadie].
Just mail, and for a long time he hadn't even so much as touched it, too busy with everyday things, busy with trivial things. But the time came when he had sliced through a glued together envelope and read words that he could never return to the sender.
Faded black characters scrawling across a paper and they formed words that formed sentences that had formed a letter he had now read countless times until it had become an imprint in his mind, and all he had to do was close his eyes to smell the smoke that's stained into the paper tinged yellow with age.
I love you.
Black script and nothing had stood out quite as much as those three simple words and he thought maybe he really knew this person, and the signature at the bottom was just some sick joke, made to crush hopes he hadn't even known he had harbored.
Friend or foe, it didn't matter, because whoever they happened to be, they had placed words on a paper tinged yellow with age and smelling like the smoke that had drifted out of their mouth, and the words had seemed so familiar and yet so strange.
I love you.
Stark words and at first he had wanted to throw out the paper that carried the words that had struck him in a way like never before. But it never quite managed to make it any farther than the corner of his coffee table, lying apart so innocently and looking like it really belonged there.
So it sat for days that had become years and it never quite moved beyond that spot and he never quite touched it again. Because words written on a paper tinged yellow with age and smelling of smoke had frozen themselves inside his mind like something real.
I love you.
Three stark words of black script on a paper that he had gotten so very long ago. And he carried it with him everywhere, right in his breast pocket until it became only a distant memory, the paper having long ago fractured into pieces.
And it had had been kept secret and left alone until the snow had melted from his hands and the bright spring flowers had decided to bloom in its place. Written out to him and signed anonymous, paper tinged yellow with age and smelling of smoke.
Originally I had agreed to write a store based around the idea of fanmail. Well, this is what wound up stemming from that. So far from the mark but still with the base idea, so I thought I would put it up and let people who cared no one read it, enjoy it, hate it, either way please critique it so that I can better myself and I won't get yelled at for awhile by going 'I SUCK!'
For anyone that cares, I'm still going to do the story based on fanmail, I'm just not sure which pairing yet. I was thinking maybe Kyo [Dir en grey] and Mao [Sadie].
Just mail, and for a long time he hadn't even so much as touched it, too busy with everyday things, busy with trivial things. But the time came when he had sliced through a glued together envelope and read words that he could never return to the sender.
Faded black characters scrawling across a paper and they formed words that formed sentences that had formed a letter he had now read countless times until it had become an imprint in his mind, and all he had to do was close his eyes to smell the smoke that's stained into the paper tinged yellow with age.
I love you.
Black script and nothing had stood out quite as much as those three simple words and he thought maybe he really knew this person, and the signature at the bottom was just some sick joke, made to crush hopes he hadn't even known he had harbored.
Friend or foe, it didn't matter, because whoever they happened to be, they had placed words on a paper tinged yellow with age and smelling like the smoke that had drifted out of their mouth, and the words had seemed so familiar and yet so strange.
I love you.
Stark words and at first he had wanted to throw out the paper that carried the words that had struck him in a way like never before. But it never quite managed to make it any farther than the corner of his coffee table, lying apart so innocently and looking like it really belonged there.
So it sat for days that had become years and it never quite moved beyond that spot and he never quite touched it again. Because words written on a paper tinged yellow with age and smelling of smoke had frozen themselves inside his mind like something real.
I love you.
Three stark words of black script on a paper that he had gotten so very long ago. And he carried it with him everywhere, right in his breast pocket until it became only a distant memory, the paper having long ago fractured into pieces.
And it had had been kept secret and left alone until the snow had melted from his hands and the bright spring flowers had decided to bloom in its place. Written out to him and signed anonymous, paper tinged yellow with age and smelling of smoke.