Ficlet - Being Honest
Title: Being Honest
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Episode 410. Told from Ben's POV.
Words: 500
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Showtime/Cowlip
A/N: Written for 60_minute_fics for the prompt "Truth"
I sat, stood, then sat again, waiting for Michael to emerge from our room. He had been in there for an hour, and I wondered if he didn’t want to face me with the truth about my story.
I didn’t blame him at all. The way I had reacted when he told me truthfully, which is what I had asked for, about my novel, was unforgivable
The tension within the apartment had been unbearable. Hunter had kept out of our way, knowing that all was not well between us. We had tried to keep it from him, but he was a smart kid, and the walls were thin.
The words had flowed freely when I wrote this story. More than I anything I hoped that from my written words Michael would understand.
What I had almost done could not be blamed on anything but the jealousy I felt over Michael’s success and my failure, and in that moment I had almost lost everything I wanted, everything I loved. Michael.
I should have talked to him, explained my insecurities, the doubts about myself I was feeling, instead I turned to someone else who filled my head with compliments and made me feel good about myself. But it was all lies, I knew that now.
Michael was the only truth in my life, his love and steadfast belief in me never faltered. I had just been too blind to see it. Once again I had hurt him, causing those brown eyes of his to be filled with pain and hurt at my harsh words.
I was supposed to be good with words, always finding the right ones when needed, but when it came to Michael, they seemed to cause more harm than good.
I heard the bedroom door open, and I stood, watching him walking towards me, trying to read his expression, but all I could focus on were the papers in his hands.
He stopped in front me, a half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I knew he had to be the first to speak, and I had to listen to what he had to say, to hope more than anything he understood why I had written this. I didn’t care if he hated it, that he would be the only one to read it. It was written for him, saying what I couldn’t.
He began speaking, hesitantly at first, then in more control. I could tell from the way his eyes never left mine that he understood what almost happened in that apartment. I could see the pain behind his eyes as he spoke, knowing that he wished it had been him I had turned to, but I also knew he was not judging me.
I took a tentative step towards him, wrapping my arms around him as he snuggled into my chest. God, I had forgotten how good he felt in my arms, how our bodies fitted perfectly together, but I had never forgotten how much I loved him.
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Episode 410. Told from Ben's POV.
Words: 500
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Showtime/Cowlip
A/N: Written for 60_minute_fics for the prompt "Truth"
I sat, stood, then sat again, waiting for Michael to emerge from our room. He had been in there for an hour, and I wondered if he didn’t want to face me with the truth about my story.
I didn’t blame him at all. The way I had reacted when he told me truthfully, which is what I had asked for, about my novel, was unforgivable
The tension within the apartment had been unbearable. Hunter had kept out of our way, knowing that all was not well between us. We had tried to keep it from him, but he was a smart kid, and the walls were thin.
The words had flowed freely when I wrote this story. More than I anything I hoped that from my written words Michael would understand.
What I had almost done could not be blamed on anything but the jealousy I felt over Michael’s success and my failure, and in that moment I had almost lost everything I wanted, everything I loved. Michael.
I should have talked to him, explained my insecurities, the doubts about myself I was feeling, instead I turned to someone else who filled my head with compliments and made me feel good about myself. But it was all lies, I knew that now.
Michael was the only truth in my life, his love and steadfast belief in me never faltered. I had just been too blind to see it. Once again I had hurt him, causing those brown eyes of his to be filled with pain and hurt at my harsh words.
I was supposed to be good with words, always finding the right ones when needed, but when it came to Michael, they seemed to cause more harm than good.
I heard the bedroom door open, and I stood, watching him walking towards me, trying to read his expression, but all I could focus on were the papers in his hands.
He stopped in front me, a half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I knew he had to be the first to speak, and I had to listen to what he had to say, to hope more than anything he understood why I had written this. I didn’t care if he hated it, that he would be the only one to read it. It was written for him, saying what I couldn’t.
He began speaking, hesitantly at first, then in more control. I could tell from the way his eyes never left mine that he understood what almost happened in that apartment. I could see the pain behind his eyes as he spoke, knowing that he wished it had been him I had turned to, but I also knew he was not judging me.
I took a tentative step towards him, wrapping my arms around him as he snuggled into my chest. God, I had forgotten how good he felt in my arms, how our bodies fitted perfectly together, but I had never forgotten how much I loved him.