If This Were a Movie
Title: If This Were a Movie
Author: nc_shy_gurl
Rating: G
Word count: 439
Warning: Angst
Description: If this were a movie, things between them would be different.
If this were a movie, Dom muses to himself, they’d always get to say goodbye in private, far away from the prying eyes of curious onlookers. Billy would kiss him there at the airport, instead of leaving Dom to watch as the plane disappears into the cold, distant horizon, with not even the phantom memory of a warm hand on his cheek.
Billy’d always pick up the telly on the first ring and they’d have conversations that lasted the whole night through. Playing tag with each other’s answer phones wouldn’t even be an option; somehow, magically, though they’re half a world and several time zones apart, they’d always ring each other precisely when the other was available. And they’d talk about everything and nothing and Dom would fall asleep with a smile on his face and the echo of Billy’s goodbye and goodnight still ringing in his ears.
If this were a movie when Dom texts Billy something stupid and nostalgic like “tig,” Billy would reply with something witty yet heartfelt. Then a montage would play, showing all of the moments they’ve spent by each other’s side and in each other’s bed. Instead, Dom’s feels lucky when he gets a response at all. It’s mostly just a missed call here, a text there, and sometimes when they’re lucky, an actually conversation.
Days, weeks, months cycle on more slowly than ever, and entire chapters of Dom’s life flip open and closed without Billy in them. Sometimes he wonders whether Billy ever misses his ink stained hands and kohl rimmed eyes. If Billy misses him at all really.
As time goes by Billy’s favorite mug, the one with the bunnies on it, shuffles slowly to the back of the cabinet with the unused china, collecting dust. The chocolate Hobnobs that Dom keeps in stock for him go stale and eventually he throws them away and doesn’t buy another pack. Dom finally has to wash the sheets, now the pillow doesn’t even smell like Billy; in truth, it had lost his scent long ago, but Dom had imagined that some bit of it, some infinitesimal whiff, still lingered. He can’t even pretend anymore.
The phone calls dwindle to nothing, the texts come less frequently, and Dom can’t remember the last time he heard Billy’s voice, even on the answerphone.
If this were a movie, this is the part where he’d come home one day to find Billy on his front stoop waiting for him. They’d go in and make love and Billy would promise to never leave him again. Then he wouldn’t.
But this isn’t a movie and eventually Dom stops waiting.
Author: nc_shy_gurl
Rating: G
Word count: 439
Warning: Angst
Description: If this were a movie, things between them would be different.
If this were a movie, Dom muses to himself, they’d always get to say goodbye in private, far away from the prying eyes of curious onlookers. Billy would kiss him there at the airport, instead of leaving Dom to watch as the plane disappears into the cold, distant horizon, with not even the phantom memory of a warm hand on his cheek.
Billy’d always pick up the telly on the first ring and they’d have conversations that lasted the whole night through. Playing tag with each other’s answer phones wouldn’t even be an option; somehow, magically, though they’re half a world and several time zones apart, they’d always ring each other precisely when the other was available. And they’d talk about everything and nothing and Dom would fall asleep with a smile on his face and the echo of Billy’s goodbye and goodnight still ringing in his ears.
If this were a movie when Dom texts Billy something stupid and nostalgic like “tig,” Billy would reply with something witty yet heartfelt. Then a montage would play, showing all of the moments they’ve spent by each other’s side and in each other’s bed. Instead, Dom’s feels lucky when he gets a response at all. It’s mostly just a missed call here, a text there, and sometimes when they’re lucky, an actually conversation.
Days, weeks, months cycle on more slowly than ever, and entire chapters of Dom’s life flip open and closed without Billy in them. Sometimes he wonders whether Billy ever misses his ink stained hands and kohl rimmed eyes. If Billy misses him at all really.
As time goes by Billy’s favorite mug, the one with the bunnies on it, shuffles slowly to the back of the cabinet with the unused china, collecting dust. The chocolate Hobnobs that Dom keeps in stock for him go stale and eventually he throws them away and doesn’t buy another pack. Dom finally has to wash the sheets, now the pillow doesn’t even smell like Billy; in truth, it had lost his scent long ago, but Dom had imagined that some bit of it, some infinitesimal whiff, still lingered. He can’t even pretend anymore.
The phone calls dwindle to nothing, the texts come less frequently, and Dom can’t remember the last time he heard Billy’s voice, even on the answerphone.
If this were a movie, this is the part where he’d come home one day to find Billy on his front stoop waiting for him. They’d go in and make love and Billy would promise to never leave him again. Then he wouldn’t.
But this isn’t a movie and eventually Dom stops waiting.