[1/2] |But there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade|
anonymous
August 26 2011, 20:17:06 UTC
It hadn't been completely unexpected, now that he thought about it. Shivering, still damp with rain and wet from things he'd rather block from memory, he wondered if he had the strength to stand. Nice. He was too nice. Minus the smile, minus the messy hair or nearly-tied scarf, and he might have escaped. the water pouring from the sky muffled his whimpers of pain and his inability to cry
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[2/2] |And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all|
anonymous
August 26 2011, 20:18:53 UTC
His apartment was only three blocks away from where he had gotten off. The leather book bag he held delicately at his side was drenched and scuffed, but he had no mind to do homework now anyways. He was going to walk up those steps, unlock that door, and then drown drown drown in his own helplessness.
He was going to be sick.
Itsuki fumbled for his keys - missing the lock twice before opening - and managed to reach the trash can near the kitchen counter instead of throwing up where he stood. Sweaty hands clutched at the plastic rim, knuckles turning white as he heaved again and again, dripping gray skies on the floor and gray memories in the trash and choking on something that wasn't there. Then he crawled to the bathroom and turned the faucet on, filling up the bath with steaming water. Incense, he needed incense, and lit one with the kitchen matches, setting it in its wooden holder on the space in front of him. It would calm his mind and cover up the smell. It would purify him, if only a little and if only he allowed himself to
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Re: [1/2] |But there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade|
anonymous
August 26 2011, 20:20:54 UTC
Yes!!! Can you please write more! Like maybe Kyon figures out and tries to help but itsuki just freaks out and maybe the rapist goes to the same school and then there that problem to! Or whatever you want to do just write more pleeeeaaaasse!!!
Well, rape? Or rape recovery (bondage?). Angst, Darkfic?^-^
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He was going to be sick.
Itsuki fumbled for his keys - missing the lock twice before opening - and managed to reach the trash can near the kitchen counter instead of throwing up where he stood. Sweaty hands clutched at the plastic rim, knuckles turning white as he heaved again and again, dripping gray skies on the floor and gray memories in the trash and choking on something that wasn't there. Then he crawled to the bathroom and turned the faucet on, filling up the bath with steaming water. Incense, he needed incense, and lit one with the kitchen matches, setting it in its wooden holder on the space in front of him. It would calm his mind and cover up the smell. It would purify him, if only a little and if only he allowed himself to ( ... )
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*is excited* XD
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I'm even starting to tear up a bit, I applaude you Anon!
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