Fic: The Coast Is Always Changing
the coast is always changing
frank/gerard
472 words
do not own
whisperingtome - you are, in a word, wonderful!
i've been listening to a lot of maximo park.
written for 100_situations prompt 017: beach
We look out upon the sea
The coast is always changing
You walk slowly but purposefully across the sand, keeping your head low and your scarf pulled tight. Cold hands are burrowed deep inside the pockets of your crumpled jeans. Cold hands that I wish were clasped in mine right now.
I shift my gaze a little, letting it rest on the shoreline. The gray sea laps over the sand rythmically, covering it like a blanket for a fleeting moment before pulling back sharply. Taunting it, I guess.
I can sympathize with each grain of sand that is left uncovered, alone although surrounded by a million others, because that’s the way I feel when you’re so distant. I mean, when your mind is somewhere else but you’re still close enough that I can make out every single line of every one of your tattoos.
You enter my tunnel of vision now and I feel breath catch in my chest. Cutting a sharp figure, even from this distance I notice that you’ve lost weight recently. Something pulls at my heart and doesn’t let go until it’s reached the pit of my stomach.
I don’t remember losing sight of your needs
It dawns on me, finally, how selfish I’ve been. I see how much I’ve neglected you; lost in my own thoughts. And it’s ironic because I’m doing it again but I just can’t bring myself to change. Well… maybe I can now.
I pause for another moment before coming to my decision. Standing takes effort because my knees are aching from sitting in the same position for hours in the cold. The bitter wind grips me again and I look to you one last time. I suppose it’s for reassurance. I want you to let me know it’s okay to come down there. To come and fix things.
You turn, as if suddenly you can feel my eyes burning a hole in you. Our eyes meet and the sound of the ocean and the wind fade, all I can focus on is how dry my mouth feels and after a second I see the sadness of the situation reflected in your whole body.
I open my mouth, praying that I can make words appear to win you back but you simply close your eyes and shake your head a little, as if you know what I’m trying to do.
Frozen to the spot right here up on this balcony, I watch you turn and walk away. You tread carefully on the grains of sand that will, in a moment or two, become covered and uncovered again by the tired tide. Neglected and forgotten once more. There is consideration in your steps because you can sympathize too. I understand that now.
We’ll take the train out to the sea
My heart is always changing
frank/gerard
472 words
do not own
whisperingtome - you are, in a word, wonderful!
i've been listening to a lot of maximo park.
written for 100_situations prompt 017: beach
We look out upon the sea
The coast is always changing
You walk slowly but purposefully across the sand, keeping your head low and your scarf pulled tight. Cold hands are burrowed deep inside the pockets of your crumpled jeans. Cold hands that I wish were clasped in mine right now.
I shift my gaze a little, letting it rest on the shoreline. The gray sea laps over the sand rythmically, covering it like a blanket for a fleeting moment before pulling back sharply. Taunting it, I guess.
I can sympathize with each grain of sand that is left uncovered, alone although surrounded by a million others, because that’s the way I feel when you’re so distant. I mean, when your mind is somewhere else but you’re still close enough that I can make out every single line of every one of your tattoos.
You enter my tunnel of vision now and I feel breath catch in my chest. Cutting a sharp figure, even from this distance I notice that you’ve lost weight recently. Something pulls at my heart and doesn’t let go until it’s reached the pit of my stomach.
I don’t remember losing sight of your needs
It dawns on me, finally, how selfish I’ve been. I see how much I’ve neglected you; lost in my own thoughts. And it’s ironic because I’m doing it again but I just can’t bring myself to change. Well… maybe I can now.
I pause for another moment before coming to my decision. Standing takes effort because my knees are aching from sitting in the same position for hours in the cold. The bitter wind grips me again and I look to you one last time. I suppose it’s for reassurance. I want you to let me know it’s okay to come down there. To come and fix things.
You turn, as if suddenly you can feel my eyes burning a hole in you. Our eyes meet and the sound of the ocean and the wind fade, all I can focus on is how dry my mouth feels and after a second I see the sadness of the situation reflected in your whole body.
I open my mouth, praying that I can make words appear to win you back but you simply close your eyes and shake your head a little, as if you know what I’m trying to do.
Frozen to the spot right here up on this balcony, I watch you turn and walk away. You tread carefully on the grains of sand that will, in a moment or two, become covered and uncovered again by the tired tide. Neglected and forgotten once more. There is consideration in your steps because you can sympathize too. I understand that now.
We’ll take the train out to the sea
My heart is always changing