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Title: Dream...
Author:
xjust_a_foolx
Rating: PG
Band: An Cafe (though technically not mentioned)
Pairings/Characters: Kanon x Miku (again... not really mentioned
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: No own... etc. etc. etc.
Summary: I dreamt of him again... The pretty boy angel.
Notes: un-beta-ed.... so probably grammar/spelling mistakes....
I don't know why but this just came into my head...
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I dreamt of an angel. A boy angel. An angel with long hair and a cute face.
He smiled at me, such a sweet smile, edged with sorrow, but I know not why.
He beckoned me closer, still smiling, and I go.
I go to him, my steps careful and deliberate, and onwards I walk, towards the pretty boy angel.
~*~*~*~
He has his back to me, my pretty boy angel, I reach for him.
He turns to me and I see he is nothing but a broken doll. I want to know why.
Why is such a beauty so broken?
I reach a hand for his cheek, a brief brush of fingers over his cheek.
And suddenly he breaks, crumbles to ashes, feathers floating away on graceful eternity.
~*~*~*~
I'm alone. Alone again, facing the growing abyss.
Feathers caught on an invisible breeze float around me. dancing to a tune that doesn't exist.
Thousands upon thousands of stars erupt, their icy brightness chilling my very core.
My endless eternity of stars dissolves. I'm falling. A trail of feathers marks my descent.
~*~*~*~
I awake with a start. I feel like I've just fallen a great distance. I can feel a weight over me. And I can't help but smile at my blond haired lover, sprawled unceremoniously over my chest.
"What were you dreaming of?" He shocks me I thought he was asleep, but there he is staring up at me with wide eyes. He sighs, burying his head in my chest once more. "You were dreaming of him again, weren't you?"
Reluctantly I nod. "I dreamt of him again... the pretty boy angel."
His gripp around me tightens, and I feel the tell-tale drops of moisture on my bare chest.
"After all we've been through... all we do... He's all you think about..." He stares at me, and my heart clenches. Tear tracks mark the pain written on his face.
And the worst thing is... I can't deny it.
"I love you.. but you are not mine... He holds your heart." He's chocking on sobs, and it's all I can do to hold him close, running a soothing hand over him.
I sigh. The truth hurts. Too damn much.
The pretty boy angel haunting my dreams bears a great similarity to a certain fresh-faced guitarist.
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