Echoes
Title: Echoes
Summary: You can't fight the echoes of the past.
Rating: G
Genre(s): Angst/Tragedy, General
Word Count: 518
A/N: Well? What did you think? R/r, concrit welcomed. ♥
She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, closing her eyes against the strand of dyed hair that fell into her face. She could hear the rain pouring down beyond the clear sheet, relentlessly battering the grass. If she willed herself to be steady enough she could almost feel the drops pulsing on the other side, just past her restless fingertips. Those same fingertips lay delicately on the windowpane, tracing with manicured nails upon its surface. Quiet footsteps tiptoed across the tiled floor, with every effort being made to keep them silent. Without warning, strong arms encircled her waist, startling her to alertness.
* "I missed you." Whispered, as always. Calm. Soothing. Matter-of-fact. So familiar... or was it? She wanted to turn, to confront him, but his tongue flicked against her ear, distracting her. His warm breath was ghosting across her ear, and she tilted her head automatically to allow him access to her neck. It was a familiar ritual, one they'd started years ago. He trailed butterfly kisses along her throat, while his fingers painted aimless circles on her hip. "God, I missed you. I wanted to see you so much." It was almost growled; the force of the emotions behind the words was so strong. She leaned back against him, melting into his chest as he folded her deeper into his arms. "I-" She was silenced quickly, as he pressed his warm lips to her own hungrily, for once losing the edge of his controlled façade.
* She pulled away slightly, turning to face him now. Lifting a trembling hand, she traced the line of his jaw gently, blinking the tears from her eyes. "Oh god, what have you done..." His once handsome face was ravaged, crossed with scars from the years that had given that haunted cast to his eyes. He shook his head mutely, closing his eyes to block out the vision of her horrified face. "Don't speak. Just... just don't." Giving in, she rested her head on his shoulder silently, closing her eyes in turn.
* He felt the wetness soaking into his skin, through the thin material of his shirt. He held her tighter in response, letting her cry for as long as she needed to. She was bunching the material over his chest into her fist, holding her grip as if it would erase the past. Feeling her shoulders shaking with repressed sobs he stroked her waist, trying to soothe her. She pulled back fiercely, wiping her eyes with a desperate hand. She would have none of this, not after what had come between them. She glared at him half-heartedly, blinded by her tears. He held out a searching hand to her, but she shook her head. "I don't know what I came for."
* She spun on her heel and walked out the door, walking out of his life forever. Lightning flashed as the door flew open, lighting the hall in a bright flash. When he had cleared the sparks from his vision, the door was slamming shut. After the echo had faded away, he opened his lips in one last, horrible plea: "Please."
Summary: You can't fight the echoes of the past.
Rating: G
Genre(s): Angst/Tragedy, General
Word Count: 518
A/N: Well? What did you think? R/r, concrit welcomed. ♥
She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, closing her eyes against the strand of dyed hair that fell into her face. She could hear the rain pouring down beyond the clear sheet, relentlessly battering the grass. If she willed herself to be steady enough she could almost feel the drops pulsing on the other side, just past her restless fingertips. Those same fingertips lay delicately on the windowpane, tracing with manicured nails upon its surface. Quiet footsteps tiptoed across the tiled floor, with every effort being made to keep them silent. Without warning, strong arms encircled her waist, startling her to alertness.
* "I missed you." Whispered, as always. Calm. Soothing. Matter-of-fact. So familiar... or was it? She wanted to turn, to confront him, but his tongue flicked against her ear, distracting her. His warm breath was ghosting across her ear, and she tilted her head automatically to allow him access to her neck. It was a familiar ritual, one they'd started years ago. He trailed butterfly kisses along her throat, while his fingers painted aimless circles on her hip. "God, I missed you. I wanted to see you so much." It was almost growled; the force of the emotions behind the words was so strong. She leaned back against him, melting into his chest as he folded her deeper into his arms. "I-" She was silenced quickly, as he pressed his warm lips to her own hungrily, for once losing the edge of his controlled façade.
* She pulled away slightly, turning to face him now. Lifting a trembling hand, she traced the line of his jaw gently, blinking the tears from her eyes. "Oh god, what have you done..." His once handsome face was ravaged, crossed with scars from the years that had given that haunted cast to his eyes. He shook his head mutely, closing his eyes to block out the vision of her horrified face. "Don't speak. Just... just don't." Giving in, she rested her head on his shoulder silently, closing her eyes in turn.
* He felt the wetness soaking into his skin, through the thin material of his shirt. He held her tighter in response, letting her cry for as long as she needed to. She was bunching the material over his chest into her fist, holding her grip as if it would erase the past. Feeling her shoulders shaking with repressed sobs he stroked her waist, trying to soothe her. She pulled back fiercely, wiping her eyes with a desperate hand. She would have none of this, not after what had come between them. She glared at him half-heartedly, blinded by her tears. He held out a searching hand to her, but she shook her head. "I don't know what I came for."
* She spun on her heel and walked out the door, walking out of his life forever. Lightning flashed as the door flew open, lighting the hall in a bright flash. When he had cleared the sparks from his vision, the door was slamming shut. After the echo had faded away, he opened his lips in one last, horrible plea: "Please."