Who are you?
Title: Who are you?
Series: Love hurts
Written by: Parishs
Rating: pg
Summary: Reids POV, he had a hell of a day and is looking for some comfort
Prompt: Fun Fic Friday prompt of Who are you (2-28-2014).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
previous chapter
Henry had to stop doing this, he wasn’t my mother or my boyfriend, so when I asked him for a beer he had to bring it to me. I wanted to drink because I felt sorry for myself. I was alone and I had always hated Sundays, but this one had been one of the worst.
I had been unpacking boxes in my new apartment, but hadn’t been prepared for all the stuff that came out. The first thing I saw when I opened the box with "Kitchen" on the front was the fancy coffee machine Marc had given me on Valentine’s day last year.
I had to sit down when I thought back at that day. Our relationship had come to an end, we both knew it, but we didn’t want to let go yet. He had bought me the coffee maker I had told him about so many times, and it was a sign, a wordless gesture that he thought that I was going to need it. In my own house.
Looking at it now still made that my throat started to swell and tears fell down on the box filled with memories. It was still hard to think about him, to remember the feeling that overwhelmed me when I got this present. It showed how much he still loved me, he wanted to please me but knew he had to let go.
I didn’t allow myself to break down often, but today I had been a mess. Unpacking the stuff that reminded me of the man I had loved so much gave me a killer headache and finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed a drink.
But I didn’t bring alcohol with me in the boxes, I had poured it in the toilet like they had told me at the meetings in Dallas, so I had to get out and look for a liquor store in this dump.
But because it was a dump like no other, shops were closed on Sundays. Really. I felt the panic take over slowly, till I saw Henry’s restaurant. As in a daze I walked inside and ordered a beer. A BEER for god’s sake, but he didn’t want to give it to me, the shit.
I was so riled up that I grabbed his orange shirt and pulled him close. “You are going to get me a beer Henry, now”, I said softly, ready to give the guy a slap in the face if he didn’t listen to me.
I calmed down a bit when I saw the shock in his eyes, I realized that I had gotten too far, that my addiction wasn’t over yet, that I was still trying to drown my hurt.
I sat down and closed my eyes, listening to the kind words Henry said to me, feeling his warm hand on my shoulder. I knew I had to fight this, but it was too hard, the memories of my wonderful life with Marc had broken me. I had to go to a meeting in Chicago, I needed more support than Henry could give me, I…
“Henry, can you please make me a hamburger. With fries. And a beer. I’m sorry for interrupting, but I need to go home”.
His voice brought me back to reality, I opened my eyes and saw myself sitting in a diner. And this guy was disturbing me. He made that Henry stood up and left me. I was so angry at him that I couldn’t look away, even when he was eating. I knew he had the right to ask Henry to make him something to eat, but somehow he rubbed me the wrong way.
I freaked out when he walked my way and asked me to stop staring. It hadn’t been my intention to do that, although it was hard to look away. He somehow had me in his grip. His messy hair, his melancholic eyes, they showed me what a sensitive guy he must be. So different than the powerful voice he used.
Did he want to impress me with it, showing me he was strong? I could see right through his façade, into his vulnerable soul. And it created a storm inside me. I wanted to hug him and hold him close, ready to fight the demons in his life, to protect him from more harm.
But I also knew that I had to stay away from him, it didn’t make sense to fight his demons if I wasn’t able to fight my own. I didn’t need someone who was as lost as I was.
“Who are you?”, I whispered when he walked away, behind the counter, leaving me totally confused. “I have seen you before, but where?”.
Henry smiled when I asked him. “That was Luke, Luke Snyder. Don’t judge him to harshly, he is having a hard time. And he was right you know, you were staring at him, if stares could kill…”.
“I wasn’t trying to kill him”, I said softly. “I had seen him before and I tried to remember where it was. I think I saw him at Dolly, hugging Reg. Does he know Reg?”.
Henry smirked. “Yes he knows Reg, they are friends since high school. They are soulmates, and maybe more, since Luke’s break up, I don’t know. They are close”.
So this was Luke, Lucinda’s grandson, the guy who had enough money to spend? He didn’t look rich, his clothes were almost too big for his small frame.
So he had broken up with someone. That was why he looked so sad. He had loved the guy with everything in him, but it hadn’t been enough. He was like a mirror. I had to stay away from him. I could not handle his sadness. I needed all my energy to handle my own.
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Series: Love hurts
Written by: Parishs
Rating: pg
Summary: Reids POV, he had a hell of a day and is looking for some comfort
Prompt: Fun Fic Friday prompt of Who are you (2-28-2014).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
previous chapter
Henry had to stop doing this, he wasn’t my mother or my boyfriend, so when I asked him for a beer he had to bring it to me. I wanted to drink because I felt sorry for myself. I was alone and I had always hated Sundays, but this one had been one of the worst.
I had been unpacking boxes in my new apartment, but hadn’t been prepared for all the stuff that came out. The first thing I saw when I opened the box with "Kitchen" on the front was the fancy coffee machine Marc had given me on Valentine’s day last year.
I had to sit down when I thought back at that day. Our relationship had come to an end, we both knew it, but we didn’t want to let go yet. He had bought me the coffee maker I had told him about so many times, and it was a sign, a wordless gesture that he thought that I was going to need it. In my own house.
Looking at it now still made that my throat started to swell and tears fell down on the box filled with memories. It was still hard to think about him, to remember the feeling that overwhelmed me when I got this present. It showed how much he still loved me, he wanted to please me but knew he had to let go.
I didn’t allow myself to break down often, but today I had been a mess. Unpacking the stuff that reminded me of the man I had loved so much gave me a killer headache and finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed a drink.
But I didn’t bring alcohol with me in the boxes, I had poured it in the toilet like they had told me at the meetings in Dallas, so I had to get out and look for a liquor store in this dump.
But because it was a dump like no other, shops were closed on Sundays. Really. I felt the panic take over slowly, till I saw Henry’s restaurant. As in a daze I walked inside and ordered a beer. A BEER for god’s sake, but he didn’t want to give it to me, the shit.
I was so riled up that I grabbed his orange shirt and pulled him close. “You are going to get me a beer Henry, now”, I said softly, ready to give the guy a slap in the face if he didn’t listen to me.
I calmed down a bit when I saw the shock in his eyes, I realized that I had gotten too far, that my addiction wasn’t over yet, that I was still trying to drown my hurt.
I sat down and closed my eyes, listening to the kind words Henry said to me, feeling his warm hand on my shoulder. I knew I had to fight this, but it was too hard, the memories of my wonderful life with Marc had broken me. I had to go to a meeting in Chicago, I needed more support than Henry could give me, I…
“Henry, can you please make me a hamburger. With fries. And a beer. I’m sorry for interrupting, but I need to go home”.
His voice brought me back to reality, I opened my eyes and saw myself sitting in a diner. And this guy was disturbing me. He made that Henry stood up and left me. I was so angry at him that I couldn’t look away, even when he was eating. I knew he had the right to ask Henry to make him something to eat, but somehow he rubbed me the wrong way.
I freaked out when he walked my way and asked me to stop staring. It hadn’t been my intention to do that, although it was hard to look away. He somehow had me in his grip. His messy hair, his melancholic eyes, they showed me what a sensitive guy he must be. So different than the powerful voice he used.
Did he want to impress me with it, showing me he was strong? I could see right through his façade, into his vulnerable soul. And it created a storm inside me. I wanted to hug him and hold him close, ready to fight the demons in his life, to protect him from more harm.
But I also knew that I had to stay away from him, it didn’t make sense to fight his demons if I wasn’t able to fight my own. I didn’t need someone who was as lost as I was.
“Who are you?”, I whispered when he walked away, behind the counter, leaving me totally confused. “I have seen you before, but where?”.
Henry smiled when I asked him. “That was Luke, Luke Snyder. Don’t judge him to harshly, he is having a hard time. And he was right you know, you were staring at him, if stares could kill…”.
“I wasn’t trying to kill him”, I said softly. “I had seen him before and I tried to remember where it was. I think I saw him at Dolly, hugging Reg. Does he know Reg?”.
Henry smirked. “Yes he knows Reg, they are friends since high school. They are soulmates, and maybe more, since Luke’s break up, I don’t know. They are close”.
So this was Luke, Lucinda’s grandson, the guy who had enough money to spend? He didn’t look rich, his clothes were almost too big for his small frame.
So he had broken up with someone. That was why he looked so sad. He had loved the guy with everything in him, but it hadn’t been enough. He was like a mirror. I had to stay away from him. I could not handle his sadness. I needed all my energy to handle my own.
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