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FANFIC - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.17 – So This Is Christmas.

TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "... it was just out of curiosity." Liar. Betrays a smile while his cigarette ends "You're an asshole Gerard." Keep smiling. I would like to beat to a pulp as I look smug and perhaps I would do if these two lights we had not been reached at this very moment. He arrived.


CAP.17 - So This Is Christmas.

The wind crashes me goose bumps and pinches my body. A shiver. I see it and get out of a beauty almost unbearable to reach his girlfriend on the passenger side taking her hand, slowly approaching from the parking lot ... not I can describe how my body is paralyzed, except that now my hands are shaking. Hello angel, well ... got hit here, a little 'to the left, we're almost there. "Let's go inside" Gerard seems to have lost the vein of playful and mischievous little earlier when I talked about ... sex ... God seems to want me to protect. I understand and I appreciate that but it will not help now that he is one step away from us. Shakes hands with Jamia almost afraid to lose, watching us while his smile involuntarily lose color. A 'hello' shy and awkward, followed by her most vehement. "Come on, here we come" is how Gerard saved my life, as the pair-damn perfect in my eyes-is about to enter. I try to breathe, I will not go into crisis right now, during what was supposed to be my night, Christmas Eve ... and that little packet in my bag. Yes, in the end I bought them gifts ... including one for him and I do not know if I will ever have the courage to give it to him, certainly not going to happen tonight, here, with the weight of her on my heart. Gerard watching me, trying to figure out if my next reaction is to cry, laugh or run away. Sle my lips are about to bleed, I continue to bite as I try to shake the hands of Gerard strong "Touch me, please," I whisper to him taken by a sudden panic came. "I'm here, do not give up an instant "pass me the thumbs under his eyes, checks whether a tear is going to come down. "Let's go." Breath, breathing deeply. Come on. Strangely, I feel I need the Way 'wrong' tonight ... and it's strange because until then I had never even remotely thought of receiving moral support from Gerard and I never even thought to ask ... before.
What this does is keep me away from him all the time, which fortunately has already start a lively discussion with Ray, even if it is inevitable, I noticed that often looks at us with one eye. Another hour, then go to dinner together, me with the boys and their spouses and celebrate Christmas together in a room not far from here. No, he and Jamia there will be, decided to celebrate with their families and know-somebody told me-that was the idea of Frank ... I thank him and curse at the same time for that. And it is my 'informant' which soon comes up to me and is the brother's girlfriend talking to another, qualchestarno band I think. "It 's okay?" He shakes his shoulder with one hand "... Hmm ... could be better" to turn one of my bitter smile that he knows very well. "Hold on, a bit of 'let's go home ..." more whispering. I make him a nod and I think he realized how much I am grateful, because his friendship is important to me and how he is helping me to address this.

more time passes and more damn I need him, even now, sipping cocktails that playing with the lips on the rim of the glass and fading smiles ... it's true, is not smiles of happiness and how anyone would notice the fact that anyone would notice did not exchange a word with his girlfriend and that whenever she asked if everything is ok-and it did at least four times since they arrived, he said yes, casually, without even looking. That must be why all the vitality I noticed you seem to have vanished in late evening ... is so vain that hard to recognize when you put your coat and straightens hair. They are going to go away. "We should go ..." "A healthy" closed with the words of Gerard. A tacit agreement was made that none of the four were trying to each other, even Jamia, oblivious of everything seems to have adhered to this 'pact'. Do not give us time, refer a gesture with his hand and go away while Frank gestures from afar by Gerard understand that the call later. Well, very well indeed, another burden, another situation is not addressed. But my eyes do not detach from him for a moment that surrounds the shoulders of Jamia and turns before crossing the exit. See you soon angel.
almost exhausted I sit on the couch in the room that should be the guardian of, I support the wall test it, I feel that I could sleep with all the sleepless nights I spent especially with all the tension that I have accumulated in these days, tonight more all the other damn time I saw him after he 'knew'. I can not believe it myself, but I have a tremendous hunger is the body ... I ask for help, I ate very little lately. I am past the 10 for a while ', the gallery is closing, the guests have already gone away when I reach Gerard will say that I'm sorry, that I will join to them for Christmas dinner, I do not want to throw in the confusion of restaurants and bars, take something to the take-away, go home and watch a movie on the couch.
"No way, you come with us" is the stern voice of Mikey "Do not be left alone, not on Christmas Eve ... forget it is logical that it takes more to me than his brother even while not I expected a reply has been adopted. "I'd rather stay home, really ..." I try to convince the corner of my eye while I try to Gerard, is appoggiatola wall, legs crossed, it gnaws a fingernail ... I feel almost offended by the fact that he did not say anything, but maybe simply understood. "But why not let him do what he wants? It's not a girl, does not need a baby-sitter look ... "Alicia turns to her boyfriend. It might seem a wise thing that said if you do not notice that she shamelessly wants nothing more than get rid of my presence that I do not know why the crowd. And so ... but that 'baby sitter' could also polite if not for certain things that lead me to not go over well and I'm glad, indeed, we are so happy. "Just from listening to Alicia. Go, mangiatevi, have fun ... see you tomorrow "I'm trying to say with a pinch of fun, but obviously no one falls in my network. I come back exhausted and sat down by the various attempts. Gerard from its niche is looking at me now for at least ten minutes when taken down from the wall and went to take my jacket "Let's go home." I clearings Gerard, what do you think? Do not ruin Christmas, because I will not be any kind of company ... company. I lose a puzzled smile, "I have no ulterior motives, is still" makes me ear. That impertinent.
The couple look at us, then they exchange a look, "Ok, then we all go home," Mikey comes out with a smile as the hand of his girlfriend, "No no no really ..." My attempts are vain, however, the two brothers exchange a nod and soon joined the chorus also Ray and Bob have appeared in the room ... I can not do anything but move me while Gerard called the restaurant to cancel their reservation. Shit, I do not deserve this.

The evening passes quickly, and more passes, the more I realize how all these guys are a little bit in their 'special. I made spaghetti with chilli for everyone, for the second we ordered some stuff from the Chinese restaurant ... not great but when you're in good company, with the Christmas lights come stealthily into the house and the laughter of friends you need not bring happiness of delicious food to enjoy this Holy Night. We laugh, we joke a few beers too many we can get merry at midnight that is upon us. I look out the window, I feel so small compared with that sky full of stars, compared with those empty streets and meets all of these wonderful people behind me. I feel so small compared to Frank, his thoughts torture me, I give peace, especially while I'm here and I feel almost happy with him ... I think I really touched and I see those stars that seem so far away, but nothing is impossible for an angel with you and I would have made. I turn around because a finger is persistently playing on my shoulder "Congratulations" wow, it's already midnight "Thank you Gerard ..." I take the package handing me. "What?" I ask him curious ... "If you open it you'll never know ..." a notebook with a pen. It is not a simple matter, for nothing is finished by hand ... e.. "I did it with my hands," he looks almost embarrassed "I do not know why but I knew it ..." I stand on the cold marble of the window and I am going to hug my friend, because now I am natural to call it ... and it's a feeling so beautiful that I can not tear myself away from her neck and I can do worry, "Are you drunk already?" he asks, smiling. "Not too much ... I would say ..." So hold, throw down "fills my cup" but feel it ... "I look surprised when Mikey and Alicia are approaching, she will be clinging to his neck for at least an hour" I do not believe what I see ... "smiled the younger brother while ago surprised expression ... and it is awfully sweet. Spare his eyes, "Yes, because at Christmas should be good!" Burst out laughing. The atmosphere is so beautiful that I could live forever with them in this house from now on, but I am already convinced that it will. "Wait ..." Mikey is detached from Alicia, go looking for something in her purse. While Gerard makes me nods and grimaces strange "What's the matter? Are you the one drunk now ... "he smiles slyly," No ... look up "I raise my head and what I see is really fun, a sprig of mistletoe hung high up, going down to the edge of the window. I looked at him with eyes wide open "... I do not even think about ..." ... but this time I smile, "Um ... this sentence seems to have already heard ..." she caresses his face ... and I know he does not want to kiss me, it's just a nice curtain which has somehow managed to warm the heart.
"This is for you" another package, this time from portomi Mikey's hands "I, and Alicia," but as of you and Alicia? Ok, smile, pretending to be pleasantly surprised "graaazie ... But you should not have." Perfume and bla bla ... it's still a thought and if there is a half Mikey is still a beautiful thought ... um.

And I miss while I go look outside. I miss her. A phone rings, is to Gerard. A shiver runs improvvisami back as I remember the eloquent gesture that made Frank as he left the tunnel. Gerard stage one ear, "Yes, we're all here waiting for you." Hangs up and looks at me straight in the eye "is coming."

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FANFIC - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.16 – Waiting for the Light.

TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... I know who cares about me and when it does it is extremely sweet. "And try to stay" ... the photo rests on the dashboard while I try in every way not to move me looking at her. It is not now feel the spirit of Christmas but at least I spent a pleasant afternoon ... except for elves.


CAP.16 - Waiting for the Light.

The gallery is full of people, Gerard says they are all friends, and emphasizes the importance of some.
Before tonight we had not spoken since that day, even during the ride to come so far, nothing, just a quick look before you get in the car as a mutual exchange of opinions' ok, I like you '...' too '.
We came together as it was right he was.
Gerard is elegant, dressed all in black ... pants, jacket, shirt. It is beautiful and breathtaking, nonl'ho never denied. I chose this dress black, I get very soft at the knees ... not that is a sexy girl, indeed, but, but the only one who gives me a decent shape and the neckline is not too exaggerated ... it does not matter, so my red shoe does not take it off not even dead, I feel naked without . I did not want to go to the hairdresser, among other things, so I have my hair tied back in a tail up and I feel even more comfortable. I've never had very good care of me and my body ... and not because my main hobby was get high, yes, I speak to the past-but simply because the externality is not a vital thing for me, indeed, I will be biased but I reckon only a shallow, not so much a man as one hundred per cent in women.
He introduced me to everyone as his 'discovery' and is not something that I like it a lot actually, but this is the last of my thoughts now while I'm sifting through every person in this room, which is not great but from a feeling scattered ... I could not even see it sometimes. Should already come with Jamia. Yes, I am ready to face this frontal assault on the heart.
We welcome all guests, canapes and polite. You probably will have noticed that I do not care anything if someone will buy my paintings or not. I try to distract me a moment to think of others, such as that in a bit 'last will know Alicia. I view several times, but only in pictures ... Mikey has the room piena.è a really cute girl in my humble opinion, bad curiosity grips me, I know it, see it up close. Shortly before we arrived Mikey Gerard called saying that he had just arrived and they would finish placing the bags and then get ... but I think they had other things to do.
"What are you thinking?" Can make me almost blow up, and wow ... I spoke to her. "Um ... you have a gun in the house Gerard?" Performs in a nice and almost sincere laugh, "What, hail'incubo that can kill you?" In practice. Keep laughing and I do not deny that imitates ... willingly if begins to 'see' even my dreams is the end! "We drink something?" Groped to ask him to change the subject stupid ... but at least it served to 'break the ice' again ... and after every time we go back to square one, but this time is different, fuck if it is. I can not look into his eyes, but he does not have any kind of problem ... I wish I had her coldness. "Water?" I asked "Yes" ... "Ok, though it should drink ... your paintings are almost all sold." Sold, I know, but I can not get excited, and I would damn much. The smart people, the buffet, the environment is not for all ... me. Sure, it's a pleasure to see that there is someone who brightens the night of fancy, rich people, but their style with that 'new age', almost non-conformist who truly fascinates me ... and I find comfort in watching a pair of scruffy jeans rather than a full Dolce and Gabbana, although it is the only piece of Italy that there is within thousands of miles.
I smile and go back to my thoughts, I who I want to keep a posting this evening. Yes, posting from him and everything else connected to him. "We're thinking about it?" Burst into my thoughts once again dissolving. It strikes me with its tone, serious and almost embarrassed, but an accomplice 'Something' to which we were obviously thinking both at the same time, though my intentions were the opposite. "What?" ... I try to be as neutral as possible, but my voice trembles when chin. "You know what I'm talking" about the plan, the people around the buffet could feel ... that situation. ... I do not want to talk about ... "I put down the now empty glass, I want to go a bit '. I take the bag, "Where the hell I put ..." and found the cigarettes I boot I see Mikey that two exchanged words with her brother comes over to me. Another blow to life, he's beautiful, much more than brother in my opinion and also he does not like bright colors or flashy anyway. "Hello, Mikey!" Next to him, there she is, Alicia. "Hello Elo ... she is ..." he nods to his girl, "Alicia, I know. Hello is a pleasure to "shake her hand. As beautiful as I imagined but his gaze I propina any good and I feel the feelings 'skin' are decidedly negative ... and it is almost essential for me, so I think right now the relationship with her will be zero ... even if are open to change his mind and even happier if this happens the better. Then he and Mikey ... and I imagine the perfect girl for him ... and very Alicia is not, at least from my point of view and at least for the moment. "Thanks for coming ... I was afraid you arrived no more" fixed Mikey in the eye and not even because-you-capsicum blushes almost immediately. "We could not miss, Mikey told me you're good aunt," there she told me that he spoke to me exclusively as an artist ... I understand you know? But I care little. "Enjoy the evening," I take my pack of cigarettes and go outside. As I suspected Gerard has already preceded me. It is leaning against the railing of the courtyard, vacuums already deep puffs from his cigarette and staring into the sky. Wavered from his view, but you put next to him is almost the effect of a magnet, although my gestures tentennino always when it comes to him. Fixed the driveway waiting to turn the corner instill see two lighthouses, off compared to what my angel shows. Where are you Frank? I need to see you, even if you're with her, I do not care ... I want a second look in his eyes ... I miss you sometimes stops breathing. Unfortunately
Gerard is a master of interrupting my thoughts, but now has become a monotonous story ... and also becomes annoying when he does talk with decidedly out of place. "Do you ever think of me?" He pulls out a half-smile, "In that sense I'm sorry?" Pulls a drag on his cigarette hasty "by you know ..." ... "No, I did not understand" Gerard ... I worry that this question means ...? "Do you ever think of having sex with me?" Oh God, if I were not so damn serious rice would taste giving you a pat on the shoulder ... "but ... but what questions are they?" And chutzpah! I think I blushed to the tips of the hair and if I do not understand because of embarrassment or anger "Answer ..." I think I have smoked at least half of the cigarette that I just turned in a single puff. I think my vocal cords are going to shrink nearly to disappear when I reply "Y-you think about it. But ... "I interrupted," Okay "still has that air of one who seriously is facing a national security issue "... it was just out of curiosity." Liar. Betrays a smile while his cigarette ends "You're an asshole Gerard." Keep smiling. I would like to beat to a pulp as I look smug and perhaps I would do if these two lights we had not been reached at this very moment. He arrived.

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FANFIC - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.15 – Santa Through Back Door

TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "We do not even try" was the phrase that comes out just a thought disconnected from my lips, hard.
Gerard stops, but does not appear mortified ... how could it not part of its 'being'. He gets up, like nothing had happened, continued to dry out a little more 'hair, then you start in the room without saying a word.
What I got? ... I laugh sitting in this chair.

CAP.15 - Santa Through Back Doors

missing one day on Christmas Eve and the eve of the exhibition. I'm more nervous at the thought of gifts I should buy the pictures that I'll have to explain ... sometimes they come to pick them up tonight ... choose the right one and do not be surprised if I decide not to expose any of them. In the end, have seen only one who bought Gerard ... and I do not think they'll find other like that because I have no intention of falling into the abyss although it is hard struggling against myself I want to do a good thing in my life.

In fact, as I said, the thing that really worries me is the Blessed Christmas. Although the country is full of lights, decorations and 'Santa Claus' on every corner I just can not feel the atmosphere, much less after the dream I had last night ... Jesus ... I could I would delete it immediately. Even now that I'm in the car with Mikey and we're going to 'buy gifts' ... actually, I still think back to that dream and I can not help it because I have some pictures printed in the head with a Super Attack.

in the up and square towered a giant Christmas tree full of colored lights, garlands and decorations different. So many people danced and sang around the musicians revived the festival with bagpipes and drums.

I was sitting in a corner, I enjoyed the festival in my own way, while Frank was trying to convince me in every way ... wanted to dance, wanted to follow him in its playfulness. Her smile was radiant, her eyes shining. He was my angel unchanged. I held her hand and pulled me to him, until he could not raise me.

danced all night in each other's arms until dawn, when our lips locked in a hot and heavy kiss -I swear to God that I 'heard' real- shortly after he told me he had something for me. He left a small box from his trousers-ironically-... and I cried with joy at the love of my life ... and kiss while another was preparing to rise to a strong wind beat down on us in the crowd opened showing Gerard like a fury that was coming towards us with a gun in his hand-thinking about it now I swear I could die laughing, then a gunshot.

I awoke with a start ... I mean ... definitely an experience not to repeat! A bit 'for the nostalgia of Frank, even though it had for a few minutes in my arms, my lips ... and so fucking real. A little 'to the terror of Mr. Way that haunts me even in dreams ... and it's sad, because after spending a week in close contact exposing our deepest feeling, after having divided the house practically more a month ... especially after quell'incomprensibile 'attempt' was again raised a wall. And it is understandable in front of a moment like this ... inappropriate, embarrassing and exciting at the same time .... Do not ask me to explain this' last statement because I can not even give me a logical explanation humanly and emotionally ... sometimes not even think about it, I see why I should.

I just want to see the world through different eyes and I wish everything was easier.

Mikey is singing 'Teenagers' that is going on the radio right now. It's funny how he is the only person who can give me peace of mind and some rare and voltachenon'm lost in my thoughts and serenity.

"What happened?" I asked when he realizes that eventually come back to reality "What do you mean Mikey?" ... "I mean with my brother, roses and flowers from frost in total ..." how do I to tell you? So I do not believe it. The fact is that they are total idiot, that's what happens ... and your brother is older than me. "But nothing, simply we do not agree on one thing ..." not trying to investigate now, please. "It must be a fairly mild considering the reactions ..." yes, it is. Too. "But no, you'll see that settles everything" ... "Liar." No, eh, do not read ahead too ... but it is a flaw in the family? I smile, he returns ... he knows that does not say anything more. In the meantime we have already parked and continued our trip. We face confusion and indecision behind those sliding doors.

'Jingle Bells' rings on every floor, while dozens of children run up and down the corridors. Damn. "How about this for Gerard?" Shows me a black shirt with a red edge "can go ... if we have three sizes in more ..." he shakes his head to emphasize my sour joke. But it's not a joke.

He has nearly finished, he thought of everything, in fact I have not even noticed his shopping, I kept looking around absent-mindedly answer yes or no from time to time. I have not even begun to think, to get an idea of what I would like to buy ... not bad, so are the 5, we have all the afternoon off. Take the elevator to bring us to the jewelry department, where I guess Mikey spend a fortune to Alicia. Just click the bell of arrival at the floor and the doors open, we realize you were wrong: we arrived at the toy department. And it is delusion. Two elves, or at least should look like elves, grab us by the arms in their own way in a nice dragging in the crowd that surrounds a Santa Claus take pictures with young and old "Mikey Oh no please ..." he looks at me , laughs and not an end. It seems like all the kids really have fun, but mica for gifts ... is laughing at me. "I do not do pictures I warn you ..." keep smiling "It's up to you, on" one of those elves come to get us. I would disappear, I swear that I would disappear at this time. "Come on, do Cheeeeese" Miss you're going to take the picture, you do not know how much you hate and curse. "Now we can go?" My face is on fire "Sure, let's go."

Continue to look at me and laughs. "Enough is enough ..." ... "but if you're laughing, too!" Is true, ok, now that we are already back home I can laugh. Do look at the picture, which is a horrible polaroid Santa Mikey that are and I laugh ... oh my, a grimace of indecision, I did not know whether to force a smile or be serious ... this is the result. "I can throw it?" I say, making it fly out the window "but not even dream" me out of the hands "Ungrateful" ... "but of what?" He laughs again. Thank goodness we're almost there at home, loads of our gifts. I actually I have taken only three: Mikey, Gerard, I have him, no stories ... I did also with the heart-and Frank. I do not know if it was a good idea ... but it's like a kind of affectionate farewell. I'll give him my gift, I will say that I miss, I'll be back soon in Italy ... or maybe not give it to him and not tell any of that. "Are you traveling again?" Mikey asks ironically, "No, I'm here," smiling at him. I know he cares about me and when it does it is extremely sweet. "And try to stay" ... the photo rests on the dashboard while I try in every way not to move me looking at her. It is not now feel the spirit of Christmas but at least I spent a pleasant afternoon ... except for elves.

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FANFIC - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.14 – Insane Thoughts

TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "Sorry, I did not" put the bags down and bends to pick up the lighter "Did I hurt you?" Hands it to me "No, everything is ok ..." appearing Elo You're a great peasant. Opens in a grin. Mora, plump, round face and sweet smile, "I must escape, excuse me! Hello! Even have time to answer a miserable 'hello' is already gone inside.


chap. 14 - Insane Thoughts

Frank sgranagli eyes. "Ja-Jamia ... what are you doing here?"'s Literally sticks his neck. "I wanted to surprise you!" Looks shocked and worried about running into the room. "I bought some things I wanted to show you ... but do not open this envelope because it is your gift and do not want you to see!" Frank smiles at her ... is that what is likely to feel a pang in his heart ... or for happiness sadness ... we'll never know. Gerard continues nervously touching the forelock ... "I'm going to smoke a cigarette." This low profile in a hurry. Out of breath out of the room, holding my jacket "Here, let's go" I do not understand, it seems absurd to have a hurry, "Where want to go? You are about to miss the train? "Tries to stay calm but his eyes leaked want me to drag me away by force," I thought we could go buy Christmas presents, "said unconvinced. "Now?" I do not understand what is going through his head. "It is courage ..." take me by the arm, "Wait ... I" I motion with his free hand toward the inside of the room "after greeting the kids ... now we must go." I freeze in force. Gerard does not convince me. ... What's going on? "Stares at me without being able to give me an answer. I open my arm and go to step into the room, from which they come talk and laughter. It is a moment a bit '... weird. I'm confused. The girl who shortly before he was about to overwhelm and into the arms of Frank's ... fixes a bunch out of place. She kisses him.
is ironic that the day when I had to prove myself and cut the bridges I have almost completely reversed all the unhealthy idea of declaring my love ... and now I thank the heavens for not having done so.
My feet are glued to the floor, arms feel heavy, sudo. He noticed that I'm here and I'm staring at them ... I'm staring. He knows that I understand, he knows he does not say a word, either now or any time we meet, by chance, through a window. His eyes betray the girl discontent ... that is attached oozes love and joy from every pore ... but he is the one, can not hear his voice that tells of the pre-Christmas sales, does not feel his hands occasionally stroked his hair, does not feel nothin 'but a deep desire to kick the world.
"Come on," a voice is whispering my ear while I'm dragging it out and took it behind my back strong and determined. Do not resist, because I do not have the physical strength to do so, the brain has disconnected and set aside my motor skills. I almost collapsed at the hands supporting the roof of the car of Gerard. "Come on, go up ..." I support keeping the door open while I take place. Reaches its driving seat and set off.

"Tell me something ..." and stop staring into space "
is the third time you ask me ... but Gerard is the only time you feel apprehensive. Pull on the road that had to be one of the mall, but instead is almost half an hour that we turn round to an old road used to connect two areas of somewhat peripheral Jersey.
She stares at me while running my hands through his hair, then adjusted the hem of his coat and then go to control brushing fingernails one by one. "I'm sorry ... I did not know she was today ...." Silence. Block my hands. "Relax" E ' Easy to say when the only thing I would do is go to the edge of a cliff to end my suffering. Yes, I'm tragic, I've always been ... And I need someone who has already ... someone. Holy God. Cry now part of the routine of my life ... sometimes it seems to me to cry even when I sleep, while eating, and laughing ... so I'm used to having their cheeks when they are wet and the dry feel. My tears away Gerard spring that my hands had become almost unbearable to the touch. "You should do with it rather than continuing a reason to cry" his harsh words pierce my heart and now it looks like a totally different person from what he showed me during this whole week. I have no strength to answer, I will not. I can not even say or think that I want to go home, holed up in my world, get some 'peace ... because I do not have a house ... and do not call home ... your home. Perhaps it is time to return to Italy, to return to my quiet life of unemployed to draw as a hobby.
"Let's go home?" Asks me softening the tone, as if he had repented of hardness used just before. "Yes"
The way back seems much longer than that of going first ... because I could not even fall asleep under sedation, and secondly because the discomfort that keeps me away from Gerard is unbearable, and as my fate is to suffer it is obvious that the road has to stretch for this to be fulfilled in the best way. It started raining, it's almost one o'clock when we get home. We run from the porch with jackets in the head, just open the door we merge into the house. The wet comes early in the bones are rotten to the parking lot ... there seems to have walked an hour in the rain ... damn. "Here, dried" Gerard hands me a towel ... I have not even realized that it was going to take it away. Just can not, I have to sit a moment. I take the first chair that I find, I put down the towel, I believe the opposite. Perhaps you're right, I must resign. The very thought gives me a pleasant but almost sad serenity. Gerard comes up to me, kneels in front of me, hands on my knees, shaking like to give me strength. "Stop crying now" ... a tuft of hair on his face partially covering her eyes and it is unfortunate, because they are especially beautiful. I know that this thought is out of place now, but to have them so close together is a sin not to admire them. "Do not cry anymore, it was the rain" I'm telling the truth, I stopped crying over the threshold of 'home'. I do not know how, but this place manages to wrap ... despite my pride would not let me affezionarmici too. "Wait ..." take a strip dell'asciugamani after toweling was placed around his neck and dries my face. I would like to complain but it is so delicate that I do not know what to say. Contact albeit through a bath towel startles me and makes me nervous ... because andnot Gerad is not one to fuss, because it is the guy who has always treated me kick your ass ... I feel that this is not the reason ... and that I scares a lot. They are probably tired.
deviations hand from my face, flat "Enough ..." I keep my eyes down and if you know a little bit I would say that as usual he has read and understood all my thoughts. I expect a sarcastic phrase, a laugh ironic, insulting, yeah, that too ... but none of this comes out of his intentions. Is staring at me, I look to be safe and is right there looking straight into my eyes ... now I can fix that wet and rebellious bunch that he falls over his eyes putting it behind his ear. Do not misunderstand the fact that I like to look into your eyes because it is not really the case. And do not misunderstand the fact that even after we put the tuft behind the ears have reached your neck with a caress ... no, you do not. Maybe it's too late because you're getting closer, but I'm petrified, I do not move, so please, come back. Your right hand now holds fast to the back of my neck while continue to get closer ... I feel your breath on his face now ...
"We do not even try" was the phrase that comes out just a thought disconnected from my lips, hard.
Gerard stops, but does not appear mortified ... how could it not part of its 'being'. He gets up, like nothing had happened, continued to dry out a little more 'hair, then you start in the room without saying a word.
What I got? ...
laugh sitting in this chair.