Fanfic - A Beautiful Lie
TITOLO: A Beautiful Lie
AUTORE: Konsuelo
TIPOLOGIA: One-shot
PAIRING: Due, ignoti (fiu fiu)
DISCLAIMER: This story is only an invention of mine and does not reflect reality (I hope).
Continue tossing and turning between the sheets, sleep, decided not to even come to visit him tonight.
tries in vain to take a shower, hot.
The water soaked her blonde hair, rubs his eyes ... he could even fall asleep in there that shower, but he knows it will be a few hours. The
happening a lot lately, so often now that sleep two or three hours a night is no longer any difference, it has to get up the next morning and take up his bass.
Composing music, give blood, give himself. He wonders
often if this is the life I really wanted, the hectic, loud, sometimes too depressing and at times all too well.
still struggle against himself, against the boy of her dreams, her dreams of fame, glory and success ... a harsh reality he was slammed in my face every day and has not seen for some time over the work, sweat.
one time would have thought 'my friends give me the strength' ... a time when the unconditional love led him to give more than you would like, in addition to music has always given everything.
wraps around a towel, looks in the mirror ... smiles tapping the massive bags under her beautiful blue eyes, but not those that hurt and it's not the lack of sleep that is the true power of attorney continues dips and mood swings ... but why pay this feeling killing was due exclusively to that. It has caught on for a long time for something ephemeral, fleeting but real, a force that he believed her and felt.
A heart that he believed her.
Two arms, two ice-blue eyes, two hands, which so often has close many times but have moved away.
accommodate was his motto.
Run, bear and forgive.
Back in the room, wearing a suit, the most convenient.
He pulls out a bag and settles onto the bed.
not have the slightest doubt, forget.
And no matter if the promises were made, no matter until last night crying in front of her pleas, allowed his hands on his body, had his breath on her shoulder. It did not work, not this time.
did not say anything, he just purr, he just do the devil tempting caressing, smelling her hair, allowing himself without hesitation ...
But it did not work, the toy is broken, the batteries are exhausted, the gears rusty.
He realized too late, but always has time to recover and is aware that while filled bulk bag, not even regret it, it will leave everyone amazed, and finally see that angel who have always had in hand a little 'character and dignity.
And the thing that makes you yearn to see the reaction of his 'friend' so minute and graceful. Longing to see him lose his temper for a reason, for once, valid ...
Brahma to look into his eyes swollen with tears and longing for love ...
him clinging to his neck ... he longs to hear
whisper those words.
not go away.
soon realizes that all he is thinking, that the thirst for revenge that dims the sight, and inflames the stomach is just a stupid lie that tells his pale heart.
The reality is that craving for it again and for a final Once in his arms ...
Lust for gently tousled hair and kiss her lips ...
Longing to hear him whisper those words.
're important to me.
laughs nervously, rails against the wall in front of the bottle that was on the nightstand.
you feel tired, weary and disappointed.
Keep smiling as the tears come down from his eyes as he tries to impose his heart that was just a game, who have enjoyed is that it is time to abandon the field.
That will never leave the group?
The music will always be part of his life, will continue to pluck the strings of his bass with the vehemence that has always marked by all others ... because after all no one currently knows how to do better than him ... and he knows it well.
What will greet him?
pressing it to his chest for the last time, give him a good luck that opens the heart, eyes and say goodbye with tears his heart and squeeze in a circle one last time and give themselves a pat on the shoulder and whisper with his voice breaking 'good life friend'.
And that will never be blue eyes?
nothing more than a beautifull lie.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Prestige Cooker Safety Valve
FanFic - THE COLLISION OF KISS YOUR CAP. 20 - Famous Last Words [part.2]
I am coming to an end. The plot of the whole story as ECRE, there was nothing set aside any ideas ... I'm glad to have finished (not very satisfied with the result as usual) ... and I'm sad because there was so fond T___T
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TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "Let's go home" sets in motion the car, and does not say much for the whole journey home.
She takes his hand, I hold ... it's my way of apologizing, then I do not know for what, maybe it's just a pretext for not thinking to ... tomorrow.
CAP.20 - Famous Last Words [part.2]
the ticking of the clock on the nightstand does not make me sleep a wink last night, until some time ago rocked my sleep but can not do anything tonight. I have smoked almost a pack of Merit, I drank two beers and anxiety does not go away, indeed, grows with each tick. I reach the window of the room, open wide and I sit there on, lighting another cigarette while I enjoy the cool air and the street lamps that illuminate the deserted avenue. I think back to when I landed in this place, that rainy afternoon in November, when I came across in my 'angel' turns out a demon for my heart and not because he's bad, oh no, is not the term that characterizes Frank, anything ... but I only caused suffering except in those rare but intense moments of love that I got ... well, I should say that made me sweat. And lied when I say that I'm thinking only and exclusively to him. Ok, I was deeply marked, have purplish residue of my heart between your fingernails, but there is another person that disturbs me .... God I came to hate him. I knew it would happen sooner or later in the same security as I know I can never prove anything, but I knew it would happen ... and I was shaking my legs. Probably each of us has found something at the most important mistake of his life, in my case, probably, I just got the wrong person ...
It 's almost daily, it seems that I have stretched five minutes after yet another cigarette and instead are almost six in the morning for ... At least I rested a bit '. Headache ... I should at least turn off your brain when I sleep. I go to the bathroom, it takes me a shower. I could meet anyone in the long corridor that lies ahead before my eyes, I know, but I have come to such a state of resignation which I think I could take anyone to his face this morning. Around the handle of the bathroom, before I close the door behind me ... and here I am left with what we just said finding myself next to Gerard who has just finished shaving. I turn and run or I pretend not to see it, open water and wash my face quietly ignoring her hair in the sink?
"What are you doing awake at this hour?"
"And you?"
Simple, we barely slept at all and probably for the same reasons.
"Are you nervous for the ceremony?"
"No, not really ..." says returning to dry your face with the towel that was around her neck. Then he leans against the door frame and gives me one of those looks with those eyes that you can be sure that the dashes in the iris. "Do not you think that you and I should talk ... a moment? "
Impetuously I would say no and run away ... but I made a decision and no turning back.
"Yes, we talk about" long breath, I breath, I try to support his view "not in love with you Gerard. I do not think much has to happen between us. Parto. "
In three sentences I told him what I had planned to tell him over dinner, or during a long walk probably a whole afternoon ... but circumstances have forced me there.
'm sorry if I hurt you, really sorry.
"Probably I'll carry a grudge for a lifetime," he says putting his hands on his shoulders, "but if your choice is right, even if ... "sighs" you're selfish "finds the strength to attack and he does better when his feelings betray him, when his weakness comes out. Back to wipe his face, he throws the towel in and out of the bathroom across the corridor in stride. Li recognizable at a distance of miles, his feet.
I'll be back in the room, put on a jacket and hit Gerard in his room. He is sitting on the bed, ran his hands through his hair all the time, then lights a cigarette. By plane, behind him, I get on the bed and hug him "please do not think I'm ungrateful ..." does not answer me, but returns the embrace. "You must promise me one thing," whispers "Frank you have to take away from the head and heart," he shakes.
"I swear that I began to do"
"Well," The situation is ...
than ideal situations. Ideal for what? No no, not at all, it's just my imagination that is overworked.
"Look ... they still are, why do not we relax for a moment?" Accept my proposal with a smile and pulls me down, I lean on his chest.
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"Dickhead in half an hour we go!" Mikey ruining our nap crushing his brother.
"Shit ... it's 9!"
"Shit ..." I echo with my voice hoarse.
Mikey probably thought that his brother was already putting prissy and meticulous from who knows exactly how many hours and declined to disturb him ... I would have done the same also.
"I'm going to get Alicia, after a while you hurry 'passes to get Frank ..."
Frank? Coming here? Ah yes, the groom and the witness come to church together ... or so I believe ... the fact is that he will come here and I do not want to see him, I will not even smell her perfume at a distance of one mile.
go down in the kitchen, I need a coffee, I must hurry. I ran down the stairs and for Christ's sake he is before my eyes!
"Hello ... I Mikey cross that came out and I got ... "tries to mask the embarrassment justifying awkwardly. I think I vaguely understood the meaning of his words now that forces me to leave before a show so good. Hair fine, combed and Gellar, bright eyes ... but I do not think has done a lot for those. Light-colored dress, bracelet. Bracelet. My, our bracelet. Hold to force tears out "what ... I think you should remove it ..." I can say in a faint voice. He raises his arm, looks and plays and smiles, "No" was his reply as he continues to dry smile. And I would have preferred it if torn from the wrist tirandomelo against with all his might.
"You have not taken ..." more a nod towards my arm.
"I do not have to marry me ..." I wipe the tear that plan was quietly released "sorry, gotta go."
not give him time to say the least. It's over, so in that kitchen ... I do not see again. Now I can give away free all the tears in my body. Gerard reach in the room and hastily preparing to dress up.
"I'll help" I say to him grabbing his tie the knot, but my hands are shaking and it is far from easy. Take me in her. "He's here?" Plan calls me "Yes" my answer softly.
I kiss your hands, I cuddle. "I carry it out" is heading towards the door. The tears I
obscures the view, I can not even enjoy the beauty of Gerard in his dark suit. He turns a minute, "I'll be back soon."
Spio from a corner window of the car pulled to shine that leaves the avenue, I let myself into a chair and wait until the last tears end up falling.
The bag is ready, run away, walk away from a coward ... I probably should not, wait to greet the kids and go away this evening ... even if the temptation to leave this place is very strong.
I go in the room, put on a pair of comfortable jeans and a shirt, I take with me the jacket, you never know, the temperatures are extremely variable in the spring. I think I remember how to get to that place last night ... will be a long walk with my ghosts.
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The sun, light, filtering through the branches, the stream flowing melodic and peaceful close to my feet, I hear the chirping of the birds that long ago if someone had asked me if I love the little birds that sing I laughed for a whole week. I sit on a minute space of grass near the water ... I want my paintings and my colors.
He is quite right, day is a paradise.
While I appreciate for the first time something that it is not drugs or sex or love ... huge and fleeting, all I do is think about what's going on not far from me, or rather has already happened about an hour ago. White flowers, laughter, funny, moving looks, happy songs, polished hands with rings that are intertwined, angels spread their wings ... and angels who are here looking for a glimmer of light in the abyss.
I decided, I come home, I take the stuff and walk away.
do not have time to get up, my face and a figure too smart to be here runs toward me and then come close with breathing.
"Gerard but what ..."
"I knew I find you here ..." continues to breathe heavily.
"But the ceremony?"
"I did my duty ... but I do not like the banquet hall who have chosen vegetarian ... ... is" the sweetest lie that I have ever heard in my entire life.
burst into hysterical tears, "I was going away without saying goodbye, I'm stupid, I was going home to get my stuff and ..." I stop the mouth.
"Shhh ..." he smiles stroking my hair "it means that leave me again ..." she pulls a smile, a sincere "Let's go," he extends his hand.
"Where?"
"A unpacking ..." his hand still stretched out to me, eyes full of hope.
At this point in my life had to make a stupid choice, neho made many, some right, some wrong ... someone else did not happen ... I still like this that I just did.
I squeeze his hand and pulled me up, I keep it tight, not soaking.
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I am coming to an end. The plot of the whole story as ECRE, there was nothing set aside any ideas ... I'm glad to have finished (not very satisfied with the result as usual) ... and I'm sad because there was so fond T___T
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TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... "Let's go home" sets in motion the car, and does not say much for the whole journey home.
She takes his hand, I hold ... it's my way of apologizing, then I do not know for what, maybe it's just a pretext for not thinking to ... tomorrow.
CAP.20 - Famous Last Words [part.2]
the ticking of the clock on the nightstand does not make me sleep a wink last night, until some time ago rocked my sleep but can not do anything tonight. I have smoked almost a pack of Merit, I drank two beers and anxiety does not go away, indeed, grows with each tick. I reach the window of the room, open wide and I sit there on, lighting another cigarette while I enjoy the cool air and the street lamps that illuminate the deserted avenue. I think back to when I landed in this place, that rainy afternoon in November, when I came across in my 'angel' turns out a demon for my heart and not because he's bad, oh no, is not the term that characterizes Frank, anything ... but I only caused suffering except in those rare but intense moments of love that I got ... well, I should say that made me sweat. And lied when I say that I'm thinking only and exclusively to him. Ok, I was deeply marked, have purplish residue of my heart between your fingernails, but there is another person that disturbs me .... God I came to hate him. I knew it would happen sooner or later in the same security as I know I can never prove anything, but I knew it would happen ... and I was shaking my legs. Probably each of us has found something at the most important mistake of his life, in my case, probably, I just got the wrong person ...
It 's almost daily, it seems that I have stretched five minutes after yet another cigarette and instead are almost six in the morning for ... At least I rested a bit '. Headache ... I should at least turn off your brain when I sleep. I go to the bathroom, it takes me a shower. I could meet anyone in the long corridor that lies ahead before my eyes, I know, but I have come to such a state of resignation which I think I could take anyone to his face this morning. Around the handle of the bathroom, before I close the door behind me ... and here I am left with what we just said finding myself next to Gerard who has just finished shaving. I turn and run or I pretend not to see it, open water and wash my face quietly ignoring her hair in the sink?
"What are you doing awake at this hour?"
"And you?"
Simple, we barely slept at all and probably for the same reasons.
"Are you nervous for the ceremony?"
"No, not really ..." says returning to dry your face with the towel that was around her neck. Then he leans against the door frame and gives me one of those looks with those eyes that you can be sure that the dashes in the iris. "Do not you think that you and I should talk ... a moment? "
Impetuously I would say no and run away ... but I made a decision and no turning back.
"Yes, we talk about" long breath, I breath, I try to support his view "not in love with you Gerard. I do not think much has to happen between us. Parto. "
In three sentences I told him what I had planned to tell him over dinner, or during a long walk probably a whole afternoon ... but circumstances have forced me there.
'm sorry if I hurt you, really sorry.
"Probably I'll carry a grudge for a lifetime," he says putting his hands on his shoulders, "but if your choice is right, even if ... "sighs" you're selfish "finds the strength to attack and he does better when his feelings betray him, when his weakness comes out. Back to wipe his face, he throws the towel in and out of the bathroom across the corridor in stride. Li recognizable at a distance of miles, his feet.
I'll be back in the room, put on a jacket and hit Gerard in his room. He is sitting on the bed, ran his hands through his hair all the time, then lights a cigarette. By plane, behind him, I get on the bed and hug him "please do not think I'm ungrateful ..." does not answer me, but returns the embrace. "You must promise me one thing," whispers "Frank you have to take away from the head and heart," he shakes.
"I swear that I began to do"
"Well," The situation is ...
than ideal situations. Ideal for what? No no, not at all, it's just my imagination that is overworked.
"Look ... they still are, why do not we relax for a moment?" Accept my proposal with a smile and pulls me down, I lean on his chest.
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"Dickhead in half an hour we go!" Mikey ruining our nap crushing his brother.
"Shit ... it's 9!"
"Shit ..." I echo with my voice hoarse.
Mikey probably thought that his brother was already putting prissy and meticulous from who knows exactly how many hours and declined to disturb him ... I would have done the same also.
"I'm going to get Alicia, after a while you hurry 'passes to get Frank ..."
Frank? Coming here? Ah yes, the groom and the witness come to church together ... or so I believe ... the fact is that he will come here and I do not want to see him, I will not even smell her perfume at a distance of one mile.
go down in the kitchen, I need a coffee, I must hurry. I ran down the stairs and for Christ's sake he is before my eyes!
"Hello ... I Mikey cross that came out and I got ... "tries to mask the embarrassment justifying awkwardly. I think I vaguely understood the meaning of his words now that forces me to leave before a show so good. Hair fine, combed and Gellar, bright eyes ... but I do not think has done a lot for those. Light-colored dress, bracelet. Bracelet. My, our bracelet. Hold to force tears out "what ... I think you should remove it ..." I can say in a faint voice. He raises his arm, looks and plays and smiles, "No" was his reply as he continues to dry smile. And I would have preferred it if torn from the wrist tirandomelo against with all his might.
"You have not taken ..." more a nod towards my arm.
"I do not have to marry me ..." I wipe the tear that plan was quietly released "sorry, gotta go."
not give him time to say the least. It's over, so in that kitchen ... I do not see again. Now I can give away free all the tears in my body. Gerard reach in the room and hastily preparing to dress up.
"I'll help" I say to him grabbing his tie the knot, but my hands are shaking and it is far from easy. Take me in her. "He's here?" Plan calls me "Yes" my answer softly.
I kiss your hands, I cuddle. "I carry it out" is heading towards the door. The tears I
obscures the view, I can not even enjoy the beauty of Gerard in his dark suit. He turns a minute, "I'll be back soon."
Spio from a corner window of the car pulled to shine that leaves the avenue, I let myself into a chair and wait until the last tears end up falling.
The bag is ready, run away, walk away from a coward ... I probably should not, wait to greet the kids and go away this evening ... even if the temptation to leave this place is very strong.
I go in the room, put on a pair of comfortable jeans and a shirt, I take with me the jacket, you never know, the temperatures are extremely variable in the spring. I think I remember how to get to that place last night ... will be a long walk with my ghosts.
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The sun, light, filtering through the branches, the stream flowing melodic and peaceful close to my feet, I hear the chirping of the birds that long ago if someone had asked me if I love the little birds that sing I laughed for a whole week. I sit on a minute space of grass near the water ... I want my paintings and my colors.
He is quite right, day is a paradise.
While I appreciate for the first time something that it is not drugs or sex or love ... huge and fleeting, all I do is think about what's going on not far from me, or rather has already happened about an hour ago. White flowers, laughter, funny, moving looks, happy songs, polished hands with rings that are intertwined, angels spread their wings ... and angels who are here looking for a glimmer of light in the abyss.
I decided, I come home, I take the stuff and walk away.
do not have time to get up, my face and a figure too smart to be here runs toward me and then come close with breathing.
"Gerard but what ..."
"I knew I find you here ..." continues to breathe heavily.
"But the ceremony?"
"I did my duty ... but I do not like the banquet hall who have chosen vegetarian ... ... is" the sweetest lie that I have ever heard in my entire life.
burst into hysterical tears, "I was going away without saying goodbye, I'm stupid, I was going home to get my stuff and ..." I stop the mouth.
"Shhh ..." he smiles stroking my hair "it means that leave me again ..." she pulls a smile, a sincere "Let's go," he extends his hand.
"Where?"
"A unpacking ..." his hand still stretched out to me, eyes full of hope.
At this point in my life had to make a stupid choice, neho made many, some right, some wrong ... someone else did not happen ... I still like this that I just did.
I squeeze his hand and pulled me up, I keep it tight, not soaking.
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Acronis Was Interrupted
FanFic - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS CAP.20 - Famous Last Words [part.1]
TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
ABSTRACT: The string as ... ever, as if it were a lifeline. He caresses her hair "Let's moaning ..." ... "Stupid" ... we smile and we climb into the car. I do not know where he is taking me, I have no idea, I just know that I trust blindly.
CAP.20 - Famous Last Words [part.1]
"I'm always here when I want to spend some 'alone," he says leaning against the wooden fence at the foot of the small river' s water.
He lights a cigarette that shines in the darkness that surrounds us. The air is not cold, but at this time begins to pinch the skin.
"Come here, come closer, are you afraid of? "he smiles, teases me ...
" Do not hold on five minutes, you always have to tease me ... "my angry response.
He gives me his pack of Marlboro red
strictly "For the lighter you get closer," he says with satisfaction. I take a cigarette from the pack and I'm closer to him. I know he is trying to distract me somehow ... the fact is that I can never understand it fully, to understand his intentions and his hand is damn hard to read his mind and I still can not comprehend that it had conquered my ok ... confidence is very weak, but I feel safe when I have it around.
"This is beautiful ... "Gerard add your style.
"You should see the day, in the shadow of the trees ..."
"You are so poetic ..."
"Now are you kidding me or am I wrong?" I glared playfully pulls, turns and continues to draw from his cigarette.
And the silence, only the roar of the water around our feet and the shuffling of some of dry leaves. I watch him smoking and its expression changes of a sudden ... I understand that you must tell me something.
"Did he ask you?" He says nervously blowing smoke. And I do not need to ask what it refers to. I wish I could respond with calm, be clear and sincere, not to get frustrated by this that makes me tremble and my heart is gripping without asking permission.
"You know, that's why you look that way ..." I laugh nervously, "... I tried in vain looking for your approval ..." I shake my head, I can not stifle my laugh hysterically.
His eyes strike me, and hurt, they always do.
"How can I give approval to someone who wants to take you away from me ..." is not Euna question, it's almost a statement made to himself. Throw away the butt after a final deep shot. I miss the air.
"I've heard enough for tonight" I start the machine at a quick pace and I feel almost guilty, I feel like shit ... and to think that maybe I'm the only one not doing anything. But he has never spoken like that and the fact that he opened his heart so suddenly I was puzzled, I crippled your heart if I can use a mild understatement.
I lean against the car door, I feel so inappropriate that'd take a run through the dark alley until you reach the road. I watch him throw the cigarette butt and come to me looking down, fast pace. With his arms around me and beat my fists on the roof of the car.
"Because I doing this? "his eyes are swollen, nervous.
"I just want a little 'peace Gerard ..." my voice broke, can not stand.
"Me too!"
"I do not find your peace with me, damn it!" Push him away, but nothing like back, hold my head, holds in her hands, she-dog eyes and asks me help and I feel like shit.
I am aware that to happen is what I feared and avoided for months and I know for sure that this time I will do nothing to prevent it. He pushes his lips against mine so hard that I can not breathe, so hard that allows me to move the tongue, so hard that my jaw blocks, I can not even return ... though I should not want it. And with all the fuck I'm hating myself, but just as I had imagined it, because I do not deny they had thought about this moment, perhaps unconsciously, unintentionally, and I always laughed at us ... but God, I always imagined (and deliberate?) so violent and desperate. I also imagined that the clump is tickling my face. And the slap, and that there is not long in coming when I can push it away from me. Do not protest, and if I know him well as I expected it. But it pisses me off that knows how to take certain liberties, could have anything you want if you just do not respect me so much. It pisses me off the I've done definitely wrong when the fuck not now, not tonight ... not after what happened.
"You're an idiot .. the usual ..." I whisper.
got into the car, hold back the tears that are pressing, they want to go out and there is a reason, I just fail to hold everything and everything in a couple of hours.
Sale in the car too, I'm not worthy of a look, starts off the key and then turns off again. He ran his hands through his hair.
"Tell me Christ ..." his breathing was irregular, indicating that his anxiety level is sky high. Step
above myself, I stomp my feelings and my need for peace and smile ... I just want to reassure you that ... I do not know why because I should be the victim of these men until proven otherwise.
"It 's just that ... it was not to ..." and I tell him almost in a whisper, I try to hide my ambiguous feelings turned to that kiss was like dreaming but at the wrong time ... and I can not explain more, I can not say anything' another, even to myself.
Probably him, Frank is still too 'close' ... damn man. What did you think?
"I'll go away anyway, maybe I'll move to California or back to Italy, still do not know ..." I find the courage to confess that for me it was just a vague thought, but that now, just come from my lips, take a definite shape, concrete.
"Let's go home" sets in motion the car, and does not say much for the whole journey home.
takes his hand, I hold it to him ... it's my way of apologizing, then I do not know for what, maybe it's just a pretext for not thinking ... tomorrow.
Monday, May 19, 2008
What Does A Quarter Point Mean?
FanFic - THE COLLISION OF YOUR KISS cap.19 - The End's Eve
TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: Ride ... and takes me by surprise ... what have in mind? It matters little, I still feel the smell of Frank in his nostrils and the very thought that soon see him again makes me feel bad ... or good?
I do not want a lot for Christmas / There's just one thing I need / I do not care about the presents / Underneath the Christmas tree / I just want you for my down / More Than You Could Ever now / Make my wish come true / All I Want for Christmas is ... / You
I remember like it was yesterday that Christmas morning after breakfast when I reached the other Mikey and Alicia in the studio. There was an aura of mystery all and only just arrived in the studio knew it was a surprise, and not presumptuous if I say that the surprise was for me. In practice, Gerard had wanted the children re-arrange a few have made the first cover Christmas, All I Want for Christmas by Mariah Carey. My mind wandered between sweet memories from the night before and my mood was not exactly the stars to tell the truth, put half of the terror even to review Frank after so little time ... but when I passed the little glass door of 'equally small recording studio was inevitable from the air to get involved fizzy I could breathe. Certainly contributed to the fact that Frank had already gone on purpose ... I'm thinking ... and even today was the wisest choice.
Gerard had never been so friendly, so compelling when I met him, except when I spoke for the first time the opportunity to exhibit my paintings at the show ... and thanks to his idea that I now have enough money to meet these two and a half months of creative sterility. Actually ... almost three months since that night. That night, so bright and beautiful than any night of sex I've ever spent in my life.
Gerard took my hand, made me sit in a chair, gave me a kiss on the forehead and started the tape. I nearly went down the tears from the emotion ... What
days followed by Christmas lunch with mum Way, a guest at the home of two children. I remember how he treated me ... like I was his third daughter. It thanked me for bringing peace and joy in the life of his son ... did not tell me which of the two, both knew. When he left me hug so strong and so intense that hardly forget as long as I live.
I remember her now that I watch Gerard from the door of her door, intent on scrutinizing every detail of her wedding dress ... we always take the witnesses to make a good impression and he especially. It's so funny that I can not stay here again hidden. "You shall have tried a hundred times, you still have doubts? "cross my arms with his head following his movements.
"Definitely yes ..." does not take away my eyes from the mirror.
"the ceremony is tomorrow, you have to give him more time to make changes ..."
"I can always go and buy another one ..."
"You are usually exaggerated"
"Only meticulous" you look for once again the mirror, thoughtfully, then turns to me "But what are you doing, spying on me while I change?"
"Noooo! I was only up to ask you ... um ... if you wanted a bit 'of the ... "
"BUZZ OFF"
"Ok, ok I'll call you when it's ready!" I was running from her room and I can smile in weeks. The home stove
Way no secrets for me, but the shelf of the pan is very, indefatigable risk of dying with the skull smashed more than once! In fact it is almost time for dinner, but it was necessary to excuse the ... um mica could not tell him that I was having fun spying on him for almost an hour! Not bad, so Mikey and Alicia, who is back in town for the wedding, came out of just under 10 minutes, and then dine
way late ... I hear a noise, the back door opens right next to me making me jump with fear. The kettle in my hand slips of water flooding the kitchen floor.
"Have you hurt yourself?" Her voice sweet and thoughtful as always ... I did not feel from what? Seems like a fucking century. "Frank ..." I moved away from him almost by inertia "should not be taken by certain preparations? ..." Deliberately I avoid looking in his eyes, trying to pick the kettle and dry as I can, my hands are shaking.
"I absolutely need to ask you something"
"What do you want from me?" The embittered my wry smile, I know and I see it ..
breath, swallow.
"If now, at this very moment I asked you to take your stuff and come away with me ... what do I say? "I can almost hear the beating of his heart as I have to plan your hair.
"That you're a fool. A madman ... "my arms do not have the strength to move, I turn, I throw away the cloth that I had in my hands. I grab the neck, forcing me to turn around towards him.
"And if I told you ..."
"Hush, do not say another word!" Plug the mouth and violently as my eyes pour her tears are already pretty damn close to doing so. No Frank ... I pray I may be wrong too ... later dick, you do not play with the feelings ... damn. Removes
plan my hand from her lips, squeezes. He smiles, looks at me straight in my eyes and stab the heart with a spear invisible gluing her lips to my one last, long and endless time. A breather.
"Ok" stands for a moment his face to mine.
"Tomorrow will be the most terrible day of my entire fucking life ... fuck" push him away.
"You think it's easy for me to go to the altar with your taste in the mouth yet?"
"Stop!" Can tear a scream while Gerard reaches us promptly.
"What the fuck ... Frank ..." The two men look in a way that had never done and I feel that there is a tension between them that goes beyond this debate.
not say a word, it goes away. I see him getting into the car through the window, it remains a bit 'inside before putting the glasses are so dark ... but I see that has his head down ... Gerard distracts my eyes from him, "It' s okay?"
"No, no I would say ... "note my tears, my eyes were swollen and is almost as bad as I am, I see him in the conduct that had to Frank when I met him.
"I would say that you made dinner time we go out ..."
wearing his jacket and it helps me to wear mine, takes the keys and go out from home. We head toward the parking lot, where my eyes wander, looking for a fleeting one that no longer exists ... Gerard reports on whether the focus is in front of me now. "I do not see tears in your eyes from now on or I swear I pissed seriously "and is perhaps the first reprimand for his part that deserves a hug, sincere, affectionate, desperate. Gerard I need you now, give me a bit 'of your strength. The string as never before, as if it were a lifeline. He caresses her hair "Let's moaning ..." ... "Stupid" ... we smile and we climb into the car. I do not know where it is taking me, I have no idea, I just know that I trust blindly.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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FanFic - THE COLLISION KISS OF YOUR CAP.18-Mindly Chain
TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... 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."
CAP.18-Mindly Chain
into the house covered up to his ears, the first thing it does is take off his jacket, strangely it has a heavier tonight, he probably began to feel cold! Give all the beautiful smiles and laughs by opening an envelope that he brought with him an envelope which began shortly after taking out packages, large or small and it looks like Santa Claus and distributes them to his friends. It is joyful, do not know how to have more positive energy to give to anyone who steps in front, although on this occasion betrays a bit 'tired and emotional as physics. I can not look away from his playful and do a little 'clumsy, even now coming at us still perched at the window.
Until tonight my feelings toward him had completely covered the shadow of resentment caused by his lies, but not now, at this moment, in this festive atmosphere where I wish it was all perfect ... and yes, I admit, Gerard strong by my side I could definitely cut off any kind of relationship that still binds me to him ... but I already know I will not, is a thought which is struggling to take shape, let alone achieve it, implement it. How could I?
embraces his friend in a tight ending that causes me a pang in my heart, either because it is touching to see them so 'in love', because I want to hug me and then only because the beloved Frank tries to steal my heart in addition to all that, piece after piece, I have 'built' with Gerard ... without any intention, either clear. Or at least I hope so.
stupid thoughts ... "Rogue, you did it to come," Gerard smiles turned to his friend who still keeps close to himself.
"I had to" Frank is the response he received from detaching from him forces him to think about what must be done immediately. I wait, impatient and unwilling to address his appeal to me and almost like a magnet because while I think what turns to me his eyes. No word comes from her lips like no other word comes from my own. Only Gerard who invites us to go outside to smoke a cigarette.
His hand on my shoulder causes an intense sense of well being and at the same time a tremor pervades my body while we sit on the steps of the backyard Way. The air is cold, but there is no wind, so you can 'resist even the time of a cigarette and a chat. The flame of the lighter sends me a nice warmth to the face and inhale from my cigarette to feel a pleasant warmth in the mouth and down his chest. The smoke makes the air in front of our faces that do not appeal even to each other spirals, strange shapes and sinuous, beautiful ... but that fade too fast. He feels the tension between us and almost inappropriate quell'imbarazzo two schoolboys undecided whether to hold hands or not, undecided whether to make peace after yet another fight during recess in the schoolyard. It sounds silly but that's how I feel ... of course the situation is quite different and the feelings involved are perhaps more profound, but certainly less pure in a carefree friendship.
"I made many mistakes in my life" breaks the silence, you pass a hand through his hair. It crashes while continuing to observe the toes. "And that he had betrayed my wife should be the greatest ..." takes a breath, "but I can not understand why I can not be there for you ... bad for us ... nothing. The only thing that makes me sick is the thought of losing you "feel a genuine emotion in his words, and this sends me even more angry. "Oh shit because you're telling me these things?" I can not listen to you and I do not want Frank, not on Christmas Eve, not here. Actually I wanted to remain indoors, warm and surrounded by my new friends, from your old friends. He does not talk. See all my pain in that sentence choked by tears. A tear falls silently, through my cheek up to his chin, where he hesitates, does not know whether to fall down or stop them to remain dry.
"I'm sorry, I did not want to hurt you .." I'm sorry really Frank, even though I should apologize to myself for not knowing how to be hard on yourself. It deserves it ... it is clear, however, can not do it, now that I take her hand and kiss me think that life is really beautiful and I wish this night would never end. I support the plan, the head on her knees, stroked my hair. "Listen to the silence ... unable to get to the heart more than a thousand words," she whispers as she continues to pamper my hair. I could stay here for hours, so without wanting more, even if the desire of him is so much it makes me feel bad, damn bad.
It's amazing how the delay is immediately fallen when I asked if we could get in the room just so 'together, alone, in the heat ...' yes' is subdued following his request, my eyes were filled with sweet desire. We will not
sex, we do not even love ... do not even know how I would define it, but we promised that will not happen again. We will be honest to each other, for ourselves and for 'third party' involved. Definition bleak, I know, but it is less painful than to say girlfriend or even worse future bride. Sitting on the bed, I between her legs, my back rests to sio chest, fingers tightly crossed almost like a lifeline, there was almost a sheer drop below and loosen the grip of us would be jumping into the void ... the void of Christmas be saved, no matter how bitter and sweet in equal measure.
minutes gentle pace, there is nothing more than us. And even now that we are naked on this bed to caress, your sweetness is disarming, respects our covenant. Even now that your lips soft ride my arm up to the tips of your fingers ... and kisses one by one. Now that my hands shake and your hips are almost certain to hurt reigns in our hearts the absolute knowledge that nothing will happen ... for a kiss, a hug, a smile was not enough and maybe this will make us sick tomorrow, but not now.
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I wake up with a strong aroma of coffee, sublime to my senses and deadly at the same time because it pulls me out of bed while I sleep until tonight. I just 10.00.
The memory of tonight, our sweet 'goodbye' is more alive than ever and my heart was pounding as if he were still here with me. I look at the bracelet that put me on the wrist just before you leave ... and I laugh. I laugh because it is the same as I gave myself! Was a sweet moment, intense, almost an exchange of pawns, a promise long-term ... and maybe it's the only thing Cheo bind over time we will look ... Our bracelet and laugh, as I am doing now, mamagari over time this will turn into a bitter smile smile of nostalgic joy.
As I dress I hear laughter coming from the kitchen Mikey and Alicia, but I do not feel Gerard with them. Reaches them just finished to get up again ... I'm just a mess this morning.
"Good morning and Merry Christmas!" I will catapult him Mikey "Congratulations to you too" spare his warm embrace while Alicia inspects the scene waiting for a long-awaited end. Exchange greetings with her, God forbid ... ok, we're not funny, but it does not matter ... and then it's Christmas.
pull out a pack, my gift for Mikey. The discard impatient. I've never seen him so bright, I'm sure that is the effect that his girlfriend has on him and I'm so happy, even if she can 'seem to suggest otherwise. "Nooo pajamas a" fun ride. "A nice thought that pajamas ..." comes the voice of Alicia mock surprise, "Yes, I know," the defiant answer. Will never know the significance of this gift. Mikey gives me another hug and invited me to take part in the breakfast prepared for me and Alicia.
"And Gerard?" I asked, the curiosity is too strong. But I do so casually and use my meal early. "It 's good to come out now Bob and Ray, we can expect in the study, "she responds in an equally distracted. "In the studio?" Alicia gave him a blow on the arm "But I can not tell you anything ..."
Ride and take me by surprise ... what have in mind? It matters little, I still feel the smell of Frank in his nostrils and the very thought that soon see him again makes me feel bad ... or good?
TITLE: The Collision of Your Kiss
Starring: My Chemical Romance
AUTHOR: Demolition Konsu
DISCLAIMER: is NOT just a fanfiction inspired by real events.
SUMMARY: ... 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."
CAP.18-Mindly Chain
into the house covered up to his ears, the first thing it does is take off his jacket, strangely it has a heavier tonight, he probably began to feel cold! Give all the beautiful smiles and laughs by opening an envelope that he brought with him an envelope which began shortly after taking out packages, large or small and it looks like Santa Claus and distributes them to his friends. It is joyful, do not know how to have more positive energy to give to anyone who steps in front, although on this occasion betrays a bit 'tired and emotional as physics. I can not look away from his playful and do a little 'clumsy, even now coming at us still perched at the window.
Until tonight my feelings toward him had completely covered the shadow of resentment caused by his lies, but not now, at this moment, in this festive atmosphere where I wish it was all perfect ... and yes, I admit, Gerard strong by my side I could definitely cut off any kind of relationship that still binds me to him ... but I already know I will not, is a thought which is struggling to take shape, let alone achieve it, implement it. How could I?
embraces his friend in a tight ending that causes me a pang in my heart, either because it is touching to see them so 'in love', because I want to hug me and then only because the beloved Frank tries to steal my heart in addition to all that, piece after piece, I have 'built' with Gerard ... without any intention, either clear. Or at least I hope so.
stupid thoughts ... "Rogue, you did it to come," Gerard smiles turned to his friend who still keeps close to himself.
"I had to" Frank is the response he received from detaching from him forces him to think about what must be done immediately. I wait, impatient and unwilling to address his appeal to me and almost like a magnet because while I think what turns to me his eyes. No word comes from her lips like no other word comes from my own. Only Gerard who invites us to go outside to smoke a cigarette.
His hand on my shoulder causes an intense sense of well being and at the same time a tremor pervades my body while we sit on the steps of the backyard Way. The air is cold, but there is no wind, so you can 'resist even the time of a cigarette and a chat. The flame of the lighter sends me a nice warmth to the face and inhale from my cigarette to feel a pleasant warmth in the mouth and down his chest. The smoke makes the air in front of our faces that do not appeal even to each other spirals, strange shapes and sinuous, beautiful ... but that fade too fast. He feels the tension between us and almost inappropriate quell'imbarazzo two schoolboys undecided whether to hold hands or not, undecided whether to make peace after yet another fight during recess in the schoolyard. It sounds silly but that's how I feel ... of course the situation is quite different and the feelings involved are perhaps more profound, but certainly less pure in a carefree friendship.
"I made many mistakes in my life" breaks the silence, you pass a hand through his hair. It crashes while continuing to observe the toes. "And that he had betrayed my wife should be the greatest ..." takes a breath, "but I can not understand why I can not be there for you ... bad for us ... nothing. The only thing that makes me sick is the thought of losing you "feel a genuine emotion in his words, and this sends me even more angry. "Oh shit because you're telling me these things?" I can not listen to you and I do not want Frank, not on Christmas Eve, not here. Actually I wanted to remain indoors, warm and surrounded by my new friends, from your old friends. He does not talk. See all my pain in that sentence choked by tears. A tear falls silently, through my cheek up to his chin, where he hesitates, does not know whether to fall down or stop them to remain dry.
"I'm sorry, I did not want to hurt you .." I'm sorry really Frank, even though I should apologize to myself for not knowing how to be hard on yourself. It deserves it ... it is clear, however, can not do it, now that I take her hand and kiss me think that life is really beautiful and I wish this night would never end. I support the plan, the head on her knees, stroked my hair. "Listen to the silence ... unable to get to the heart more than a thousand words," she whispers as she continues to pamper my hair. I could stay here for hours, so without wanting more, even if the desire of him is so much it makes me feel bad, damn bad.
It's amazing how the delay is immediately fallen when I asked if we could get in the room just so 'together, alone, in the heat ...' yes' is subdued following his request, my eyes were filled with sweet desire. We will not
sex, we do not even love ... do not even know how I would define it, but we promised that will not happen again. We will be honest to each other, for ourselves and for 'third party' involved. Definition bleak, I know, but it is less painful than to say girlfriend or even worse future bride. Sitting on the bed, I between her legs, my back rests to sio chest, fingers tightly crossed almost like a lifeline, there was almost a sheer drop below and loosen the grip of us would be jumping into the void ... the void of Christmas be saved, no matter how bitter and sweet in equal measure.
minutes gentle pace, there is nothing more than us. And even now that we are naked on this bed to caress, your sweetness is disarming, respects our covenant. Even now that your lips soft ride my arm up to the tips of your fingers ... and kisses one by one. Now that my hands shake and your hips are almost certain to hurt reigns in our hearts the absolute knowledge that nothing will happen ... for a kiss, a hug, a smile was not enough and maybe this will make us sick tomorrow, but not now.
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I wake up with a strong aroma of coffee, sublime to my senses and deadly at the same time because it pulls me out of bed while I sleep until tonight. I just 10.00.
The memory of tonight, our sweet 'goodbye' is more alive than ever and my heart was pounding as if he were still here with me. I look at the bracelet that put me on the wrist just before you leave ... and I laugh. I laugh because it is the same as I gave myself! Was a sweet moment, intense, almost an exchange of pawns, a promise long-term ... and maybe it's the only thing Cheo bind over time we will look ... Our bracelet and laugh, as I am doing now, mamagari over time this will turn into a bitter smile smile of nostalgic joy.
As I dress I hear laughter coming from the kitchen Mikey and Alicia, but I do not feel Gerard with them. Reaches them just finished to get up again ... I'm just a mess this morning.
"Good morning and Merry Christmas!" I will catapult him Mikey "Congratulations to you too" spare his warm embrace while Alicia inspects the scene waiting for a long-awaited end. Exchange greetings with her, God forbid ... ok, we're not funny, but it does not matter ... and then it's Christmas.
pull out a pack, my gift for Mikey. The discard impatient. I've never seen him so bright, I'm sure that is the effect that his girlfriend has on him and I'm so happy, even if she can 'seem to suggest otherwise. "Nooo pajamas a" fun ride. "A nice thought that pajamas ..." comes the voice of Alicia mock surprise, "Yes, I know," the defiant answer. Will never know the significance of this gift. Mikey gives me another hug and invited me to take part in the breakfast prepared for me and Alicia.
"And Gerard?" I asked, the curiosity is too strong. But I do so casually and use my meal early. "It 's good to come out now Bob and Ray, we can expect in the study, "she responds in an equally distracted. "In the studio?" Alicia gave him a blow on the arm "But I can not tell you anything ..."
Ride and take me by surprise ... what have in mind? It matters little, I still feel the smell of Frank in his nostrils and the very thought that soon see him again makes me feel bad ... or good?
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