[Orig] Don't Go, Please (31days)
Title: Don’t Go, Please
Day/Theme: August 16 - the crumbling distance between right and wrong
Series: Original - Stockholm Syndrome
Characters: Zide/Chris
Rating: PG for the angst
Word Count: 506
A/N: You know, this is actually the first time I wrote something in second person.
Don’t Go, Please
31_days, August 16
Tears were streaming down you eyes as you held back your sobs, yet you couldn’t suppress that pain that kept squeezing your heart until hot wetness stained your face without you knowing it. You wanted to yell at him and tell him how much of a liar he was, how hypocritical he was being, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t, because telling him that would mean admitting it, and you didn’t want to face the truth.
“I have to do this, Chris. Please understand.”
No, no, no. You can’t understand it; you won’t. Lies hurt, and so does the truth. And now that you have both, you don’t know what to do anymore.
“Chris.”
He’s almost begging now-on his knees he was, hands holding onto your knees as if that’ll anchor him to the ground. You were so tempted to swat his hands away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Those dark eyes that were starting to shine in something kept you locked into his gaze. It must be those tears that kept falling from your eyes that told him not to look away, to cry shamelessly in front of you as he beg for forgiveness.
“You lied,” you told him hoarsely, your voice trembling and strained. He almost laughed from pure disdain and frustrated sadness at your words, but you ignored it, your hands finding his and clenching them. “You lied to me.”
He should be guilty, you kept reminding yourself, but you knew he didn’t seem to be the least. “I didn’t lie to you,” he had said, almost desperately as if he’s convincing himself, and now, he’s telling you he simply avoided the truth. “It’s not the same.”
“It is to me.” You whispered harshly. You lost the heart to argue now. You were never the one to argue before, and definitely not now. No more, you thought. No more of this; you can’t handle it anymore.
And finally, you throw every shred of hope, every piece of memory you both shared to the wind, out of the window as you said those two words that had never sounded so devil-sent, so sad, so despairing.
“Go. Leave.”
You knew it was the coward’s escape, but you also knew it’s the only option left. All those years you’ve spent with each other were nothing but lies. Sleeping with the enemy, they say, and now, it has become so real it’s terribly ironic. All those time you thought you were friends of pure sincerity were in fact seedlings of betrayal. No, it might have already sprouted, only to be snuffed dead before it could bloom.
Enough; this is too much. You don’t want to deal with this anymore, no more. It’s so saddening, and you have enough of it to make you cynical forever.
And as you heard the door close shut, never to be opened again for the rest of your life, you also heard the shattering of your heart. And this you knew will never be reformed anymore, like a broken glass.
END
Day/Theme: August 16 - the crumbling distance between right and wrong
Series: Original - Stockholm Syndrome
Characters: Zide/Chris
Rating: PG for the angst
Word Count: 506
A/N: You know, this is actually the first time I wrote something in second person.
Don’t Go, Please
31_days, August 16
Tears were streaming down you eyes as you held back your sobs, yet you couldn’t suppress that pain that kept squeezing your heart until hot wetness stained your face without you knowing it. You wanted to yell at him and tell him how much of a liar he was, how hypocritical he was being, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t, because telling him that would mean admitting it, and you didn’t want to face the truth.
“I have to do this, Chris. Please understand.”
No, no, no. You can’t understand it; you won’t. Lies hurt, and so does the truth. And now that you have both, you don’t know what to do anymore.
“Chris.”
He’s almost begging now-on his knees he was, hands holding onto your knees as if that’ll anchor him to the ground. You were so tempted to swat his hands away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Those dark eyes that were starting to shine in something kept you locked into his gaze. It must be those tears that kept falling from your eyes that told him not to look away, to cry shamelessly in front of you as he beg for forgiveness.
“You lied,” you told him hoarsely, your voice trembling and strained. He almost laughed from pure disdain and frustrated sadness at your words, but you ignored it, your hands finding his and clenching them. “You lied to me.”
He should be guilty, you kept reminding yourself, but you knew he didn’t seem to be the least. “I didn’t lie to you,” he had said, almost desperately as if he’s convincing himself, and now, he’s telling you he simply avoided the truth. “It’s not the same.”
“It is to me.” You whispered harshly. You lost the heart to argue now. You were never the one to argue before, and definitely not now. No more, you thought. No more of this; you can’t handle it anymore.
And finally, you throw every shred of hope, every piece of memory you both shared to the wind, out of the window as you said those two words that had never sounded so devil-sent, so sad, so despairing.
“Go. Leave.”
You knew it was the coward’s escape, but you also knew it’s the only option left. All those years you’ve spent with each other were nothing but lies. Sleeping with the enemy, they say, and now, it has become so real it’s terribly ironic. All those time you thought you were friends of pure sincerity were in fact seedlings of betrayal. No, it might have already sprouted, only to be snuffed dead before it could bloom.
Enough; this is too much. You don’t want to deal with this anymore, no more. It’s so saddening, and you have enough of it to make you cynical forever.
And as you heard the door close shut, never to be opened again for the rest of your life, you also heard the shattering of your heart. And this you knew will never be reformed anymore, like a broken glass.
END