oneshot : reassurance
title: reasurrance
author: sharmel
pairing: billie/tre or billie/mike or even billie/jason (whoever you want, really)
rating: pg
disclaimer: i wish do not own Green Day.
word count: 209
A/N:See! I'm alive. Just checking on your awesome peeps. Enjoy!
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the droplets of water hitting the steel sink echoes through the large and empty house. He is sitting at the kitchen table, waiting.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The sound of time ticking away competes with the water droplets. He gets antsy. His foot starts tapping to a beat. Without knowing it, his finger plays with his ring finger. But he remembers that the ring is no longer there.
His green eyes glance at his finger, and then he realizes that there is a white line indicating his eighteen year marriage. Eighteen years.
Eighteen years gone down the drain.
Finally, he hears the garage door opening. Loud music pounds through the walls, making the house shake along with the beat. A minute passes by, and the engine turns off.
He hears footsteps. The door opens.
Blue eyes penetrate his.
He blinks as tears prickles down his face. He didn’t plan on crying.
Tears make everything feel so much more real.
“She left.”
Muscular arms wraps around his petite frame. The green eyed man feels kisses being planted on his cheeks.
“Shh…Don’t worry, I’m here for you. Everything will be alright.”
And just by hearing his voice, the heartbroken man believes every word that was said.
end.
author: sharmel
pairing: billie/tre or billie/mike or even billie/jason (whoever you want, really)
rating: pg
disclaimer: i wish do not own Green Day.
word count: 209
A/N:See! I'm alive. Just checking on your awesome peeps. Enjoy!
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of the droplets of water hitting the steel sink echoes through the large and empty house. He is sitting at the kitchen table, waiting.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The sound of time ticking away competes with the water droplets. He gets antsy. His foot starts tapping to a beat. Without knowing it, his finger plays with his ring finger. But he remembers that the ring is no longer there.
His green eyes glance at his finger, and then he realizes that there is a white line indicating his eighteen year marriage. Eighteen years.
Eighteen years gone down the drain.
Finally, he hears the garage door opening. Loud music pounds through the walls, making the house shake along with the beat. A minute passes by, and the engine turns off.
He hears footsteps. The door opens.
Blue eyes penetrate his.
He blinks as tears prickles down his face. He didn’t plan on crying.
Tears make everything feel so much more real.
“She left.”
Muscular arms wraps around his petite frame. The green eyed man feels kisses being planted on his cheeks.
“Shh…Don’t worry, I’m here for you. Everything will be alright.”
And just by hearing his voice, the heartbroken man believes every word that was said.
end.