How To Save A Life
Title: How To Save A Life
Author: taxmacca239 (JOOOOOLE :D)
Pairing: John/Paul
Rating: PG-13.
Timeframe: ... Some really weird shit goes in with time in this one.
Description: Why can't Paul get his head straight?
Author's Notes: Set to the song How To Save A Life by The Fray, which I highly reccomend listening to while reading.
Sorry for any mistakes. Auto correction is a lie.
Written sort of like poetry.
Disclaimer: Not minnne D:
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Here are the other ones:
Here Comes The Sun
http://taxmacca239.livejournal.com/11050.html#cutid1
Harlem Shuffle
http://taxmacca239.livejournal.com/10368.html#cutid1
Talk
http://taxmacca239.livejournal.com/10211.html#cutid1
Strawberry Swing
http://taxmacca239.livejournal.com/9902.html
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also, really quick, I tried this really different :D it's poem aaaand a story :D so enjoy. Comments are love.
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Paul stands
His mind swimming
He can hear
Johns voice
In his ear
He's whispering,
No,
He's yelling
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For him
To
Get
Down
From
That
Stupid
Ledge.
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Paul sobs,
His body drifting
To the other pane
And he almost
Falls
He let's out a
Scream
But nobody
Can hear him.
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Why is he fucking
WEAK!?
Why can't he fucking
Do this!?
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John,
John can't hear him
John can't touch him
John can't live here anymore
He's dead now.
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Paul screams again.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"
And he's positive Chapman can
Hear
But nobody else does.
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Because it's not a scream
It was never a scream
It was a plea for his
Love
To come home.
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Paul feels it
The adrenaline
And he's ready
One foot
Places itself on the thing
Glass table
Of air
Leans forward...
...
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"PAUL NO!"
Paul is yanked backwards, into strong lean arms, and a choked sob strikes a chord. John is shaking, his knees threatening to collapse in. He smacks Paul across the face, hard, and he let's out a pained whimper.
"You stupid fuck..." John cries out before his knees finally give in, and he takes Paul with him. They're lying on the floor, complete messes, and John can do nothing more than scold him and slap him.
Life whizzes by Paul's eyes.
He sees the first day he met John.
He sees the first day they made it big.
He sees the firstday where he truly fell in love.
He sees the first day he denied that love.
He sees the first day he found a new one.
And in the midst of all this, John has the raw nerve to reach out, touch Paul's chubby cheek and press their lips together.