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cadastrophe

fic: next [2/2]

Jun 18, 2010 14:00

Title: Next [2/2]
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Angsting it up. This is the sequel to Now. Part One is here. Sorry this is a million years late. It’s first person. It should read sort of like Brittany is speaking to Santana, but in her head.
Spoilers: None.
( I don’t know where to start. )

brittany/santana, fic, angst, glee

Comments 21

orange_plaid June 18 2010, 20:17:11 UTC

Omg so crying inside right now... Ok lies, on the outside as well. So so sad D:

But wonderful angstyness. And brilliant writing.

Now time for me to go find a nice piece of brittana fluff :p

cadastrophe June 18 2010, 22:26:31 UTC

Thank you so much for reading!

kagariyuraashua June 18 2010, 23:18:19 UTC

So damn sad! I'm crying! this is so fucking sad.

I need to go cry in my corner now.

cadastrophe June 20 2010, 17:59:45 UTC

*pats back* Sorry.

Thanks for reading!

art2life June 20 2010, 23:07:27 UTC

It's okay. Still breaks my heart. :(

Your welcome~

This is my writing journal btw. XD

thereadingcat June 19 2010, 00:17:21 UTC

I read this whole series in one seating and now I'm seriously contemplating crying for the rest of the night.
This was awesome in a terribly angsty way. This is epic angst. In fact, I need to look at my icon gor an hour just to make sure they can be together and happy

cadastrophe June 20 2010, 18:00:28 UTC

They *should* be together and happy.

I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for reading!

missmikkij June 19 2010, 01:32:58 UTC

brb crying for the rest of my life. :(
This is one of the saddest/greatest brittana fics i've read. I can't even form a coherent comment

cadastrophe June 20 2010, 18:00:47 UTC

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading!

revolos55 June 19 2010, 13:48:37 UTC

Jesus, there are some heartbreaking lines in this.

It was in your eyes. Your eyes looked like someone had snuffed the lights out of them. They were dark and haunted.

When I think back, it was always me who broke the illusion. You’d lie there pretending we had all the time in the world. You’d bury your head in my shoulder like love could stop time. Eventually, I’d roll over and kiss your nose, and it’d be over.

I didn’t want to know we both suffered. I didn’t want to see the hell that caused you to drink yourself half to death. I didn’t want to know that I burned a hole into those beautiful eyes; your beautiful soul. I didn’t want to know that I killed the Santana Lopez I fell in love with.

“I never stopped loving you,” you said, like it could really change everything. I wanted to tell you the truth- that I didn’t either- but I didn’t. I watched you wince when I responded with silence. You turned your head away so I couldn’t see your eyes tearing up. But you’re still you. I could see the tearing up simply from the way your fists ( ... )

cadastrophe June 20 2010, 18:01:35 UTC

I'm glad you liked it.

Yeah, that last one is rough. =\

Thank you for reading!