Tiffany Granite Husban

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.