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Hiya. This is the..neh...second or third thing i've ever posted here, so, Wooht! Basically this is just one of the short ficlets from my Concept/prompt Table which can be found in my LJ...minus the links to the storys, which I'm working on trying to figure out how to do..
Anywho, onto the ficlet:
Title: 49. Shoes
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Vam, Silly
Comments: Basically i wrote this after buying a new pair of shoes, sadly. lol.
Authors note: By the way, special thanks to Ashleymoron for editing this for me :-)
I stare down at the one thing I have left of him, the one relic of a former flame that I hadn't been able to part with. One would think that a dirty, moth eaten pair of converse would be a silly thing to keep out of everything. A picture or love letter might have been more standard to keep, but I guess I'm not exactly normal, am I? No matter how dirty they've gotten, or will get, I'll treasure them. There are too many memories connected with them for me to ever let them go.
I remember when he first bought them for me. I had seen them sitting in a window display, and without me even needing to ask, he strode in and bought them for me. He was always thoughtful like that. Always buying me presents, delighting as my face lit up in a childlike manner.
From that day forward, I wore them everyday. Regardless of what I was doing. No outfit was complete until I put on the shoes my lover had given to me.
It was a joke at first with my friends. They would laugh at me and tease me, but I didn't ever take them off. Those shoes would link me to my love, and if I ever missed him too much while out with the band, I would only have to look down to be reminded of him.
Those shoes served me well. When we had our first fight, I slipped them on to walk over the broken glass that had rained down from some of the windows that had broken. The same shoes carried me back to my lover later, after the mess had been cleaned up where we made up and promised never to fight again.
I was wearing those shoes the day I found out he was hurt, having been in an accident while driving home. I ran along the corridors of the hospital, never once pausing until I found him safely in a hospital bed. I was also wearing the shoes the day I helped him limp out of the hospital on crutches, his leg broken and in a bulky cast. I wore the shoes everyday I cared for him, watching him get better day by day. Soon I was wearing the shoes out to our old hangouts, having a great time.
The shoes and my car keys were the only thing I grabbed the day I ran out of the house, having caught him in bed with another man. The shoes were also there the day I moved out, providing me with a little comfort as my soul cried for the loss of my love.
As I look at them now, they're covered in dirt and grime from years of use, but they're hardly repulsive. To me, they're the most beautiful things in the world, bringing me comfort when I need it most.
Anywho, onto the ficlet:
Title: 49. Shoes
Rating: Pg
Pairing: Vam, Silly
Comments: Basically i wrote this after buying a new pair of shoes, sadly. lol.
Authors note: By the way, special thanks to Ashleymoron for editing this for me :-)
I stare down at the one thing I have left of him, the one relic of a former flame that I hadn't been able to part with. One would think that a dirty, moth eaten pair of converse would be a silly thing to keep out of everything. A picture or love letter might have been more standard to keep, but I guess I'm not exactly normal, am I? No matter how dirty they've gotten, or will get, I'll treasure them. There are too many memories connected with them for me to ever let them go.
I remember when he first bought them for me. I had seen them sitting in a window display, and without me even needing to ask, he strode in and bought them for me. He was always thoughtful like that. Always buying me presents, delighting as my face lit up in a childlike manner.
From that day forward, I wore them everyday. Regardless of what I was doing. No outfit was complete until I put on the shoes my lover had given to me.
It was a joke at first with my friends. They would laugh at me and tease me, but I didn't ever take them off. Those shoes would link me to my love, and if I ever missed him too much while out with the band, I would only have to look down to be reminded of him.
Those shoes served me well. When we had our first fight, I slipped them on to walk over the broken glass that had rained down from some of the windows that had broken. The same shoes carried me back to my lover later, after the mess had been cleaned up where we made up and promised never to fight again.
I was wearing those shoes the day I found out he was hurt, having been in an accident while driving home. I ran along the corridors of the hospital, never once pausing until I found him safely in a hospital bed. I was also wearing the shoes the day I helped him limp out of the hospital on crutches, his leg broken and in a bulky cast. I wore the shoes everyday I cared for him, watching him get better day by day. Soon I was wearing the shoes out to our old hangouts, having a great time.
The shoes and my car keys were the only thing I grabbed the day I ran out of the house, having caught him in bed with another man. The shoes were also there the day I moved out, providing me with a little comfort as my soul cried for the loss of my love.
As I look at them now, they're covered in dirt and grime from years of use, but they're hardly repulsive. To me, they're the most beautiful things in the world, bringing me comfort when I need it most.