He Had Mixed This For Me
Title: He Had Mixed This For Me
Author: Moi!! Of course
Summary: He had intricately, delicately, perfectly described us. It was seeing, feeling, knowing without any of the words beings spoken, touched, thought.
Rating: R For death. A death fic I’m very sorry to say my view of the world as of late had been rather grim so what better way to channel it. I think it’s kind of a drabble but then again it’s a little longer than the normal drab…I don’t know you’re the judge.
It was beautifully crafted, just like him. I can tell he crafted it. It’s his style with me as the topic, main focus inside.
He had
intricately, delicately, perfectly
described us.
It was seeing, feeling, knowing
without any of the words being
spoken, touched, or thought.
He had made this for me.
He made this just for me.
He starts with a slow song that becomes an upbeat tempo only to slow down again. We agreed these were our types of songs.
It had us
written, woven, all throughout it.
It’s how we started out. When we met, there was something so strong, powerful, so there, that everyone could tell but us. We started off as great friends, to make-out buddies, to friends again till we weren’t as blind as we once were.
We had been lovers.
It was bliss. I never get bliss, happiness, fulfillment. My hand at the table does not have ownership of such great cards, or such great luck to win said card. Which is why when he was wiped out from under me, I knew it shouldn’t be much of a shock.
But, this one
hurt, burned, way too much.
My hand in this game always comes complete with two fuck-up cards, one career, one love, and one life.
I knew life was out because whose life turns out perfect. One love was out. There’s no one for me. One career card might stay but do I don’t think for long.
This left me with two fuck-ups which I was pretty sure were on the way. I knew I was going to lose all my money from the beginning.
The house always wins.
I just didn’t think it would be this bad. He was wiped out so quickly. There is no way to describe how fast he went. First impact was his gorgeous, eyelined eyes hitting the dashboard. Second impact was his jet black hair hitting the passenger side window. I knew we were gone once I saw the headlights, I didn’t expect for either of us to live through this.
But, I did. And, he didn’t. The Mix Tape was his gift to me.
We had been driving back from our anniversary dinner.
Comments=love and gangsterr cookies
Author: Moi!! Of course
Summary: He had intricately, delicately, perfectly described us. It was seeing, feeling, knowing without any of the words beings spoken, touched, thought.
Rating: R For death. A death fic I’m very sorry to say my view of the world as of late had been rather grim so what better way to channel it. I think it’s kind of a drabble but then again it’s a little longer than the normal drab…I don’t know you’re the judge.
It was beautifully crafted, just like him. I can tell he crafted it. It’s his style with me as the topic, main focus inside.
He had
intricately, delicately, perfectly
described us.
It was seeing, feeling, knowing
without any of the words being
spoken, touched, or thought.
He had made this for me.
He made this just for me.
He starts with a slow song that becomes an upbeat tempo only to slow down again. We agreed these were our types of songs.
It had us
written, woven, all throughout it.
It’s how we started out. When we met, there was something so strong, powerful, so there, that everyone could tell but us. We started off as great friends, to make-out buddies, to friends again till we weren’t as blind as we once were.
We had been lovers.
It was bliss. I never get bliss, happiness, fulfillment. My hand at the table does not have ownership of such great cards, or such great luck to win said card. Which is why when he was wiped out from under me, I knew it shouldn’t be much of a shock.
But, this one
hurt, burned, way too much.
My hand in this game always comes complete with two fuck-up cards, one career, one love, and one life.
I knew life was out because whose life turns out perfect. One love was out. There’s no one for me. One career card might stay but do I don’t think for long.
This left me with two fuck-ups which I was pretty sure were on the way. I knew I was going to lose all my money from the beginning.
The house always wins.
I just didn’t think it would be this bad. He was wiped out so quickly. There is no way to describe how fast he went. First impact was his gorgeous, eyelined eyes hitting the dashboard. Second impact was his jet black hair hitting the passenger side window. I knew we were gone once I saw the headlights, I didn’t expect for either of us to live through this.
But, I did. And, he didn’t. The Mix Tape was his gift to me.
We had been driving back from our anniversary dinner.
Comments=love and gangsterr cookies