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Name: Seven Years
Author: lisae_fan
Rating: PG-13, mentions female masturbation, suicide and eating disorders. Don't like? Don't read.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Character death.
Summary: Love. Used too much. Yet, not enough.
Pairing: Huddy. Sort of.
Love. Used too much. Yet, not used enough. It’s one of those powerful words that when you hear it, you think of
someone. She thought of him. She despised it. It had been over seven years since their relationship died. Seven years of pain, heartache. Yet still, when it came to love, she thought of him. Some nights, she’d wish it away, wish everything that when on between them away. Some days, she’d wish he’d come back to her. He never came. Nor did any other man. She was forced to help her sex life herself, always thinking of him while doing it.
She saw him one day. Four years after they broke up, three after she quit her job. He was with his new girlfriend, obviously completely over her. It killed her. She resorted to healing her pain through making herself sick after eating. One time, after her daily vomiting act, she caught a look of her self in the mirror. She never looked in the mirror, didn’t want to see her soul baring her misery. She didn’t see that this time. She didn’t even see a soul. Just an empty shell of a woman.
She committed suicide 2 days before her 48th birthday. She didn’t care anymore. She just didn’t want to be on the same planet as he and his girlfriend-turned-finacee-turned-wife were. So she left.
Author: lisae_fan
Rating: PG-13, mentions female masturbation, suicide and eating disorders. Don't like? Don't read.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Character death.
Summary: Love. Used too much. Yet, not enough.
Pairing: Huddy. Sort of.
Love. Used too much. Yet, not used enough. It’s one of those powerful words that when you hear it, you think of
someone. She thought of him. She despised it. It had been over seven years since their relationship died. Seven years of pain, heartache. Yet still, when it came to love, she thought of him. Some nights, she’d wish it away, wish everything that when on between them away. Some days, she’d wish he’d come back to her. He never came. Nor did any other man. She was forced to help her sex life herself, always thinking of him while doing it.
She saw him one day. Four years after they broke up, three after she quit her job. He was with his new girlfriend, obviously completely over her. It killed her. She resorted to healing her pain through making herself sick after eating. One time, after her daily vomiting act, she caught a look of her self in the mirror. She never looked in the mirror, didn’t want to see her soul baring her misery. She didn’t see that this time. She didn’t even see a soul. Just an empty shell of a woman.
She committed suicide 2 days before her 48th birthday. She didn’t care anymore. She just didn’t want to be on the same planet as he and his girlfriend-turned-finacee-turned-wife were. So she left.