Author: Hakuchou
Publication Date: March 20, 2006
Intro: There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? "
Episode 6: I can leave?
I do not know as far as my desire for self-destruction, ie
love for you If only you could stop feeling this gray blanket on your skin ... if only it made sense to awaken in the morning ... if only I had a reason breathing ... unfortunately there was no future goal or a bright orange light that will attract attention and to lift heavy and slow the universe in which you lived granted. Everything was automatic
We heard the other side of the line. After two months without hearing that voice was there again. Two long months of not hearing the doorbell so peculiar, so soft but so masculine, so melodic yet so blunt, but as painful as yours. A voice that never expected to discuss a response. "Can you come to my apartment?"
closed your eyes. Two months apart and again lay before you a free ticket to return to the mess that was their relationship. "I can not. I have to work. "I replied.
There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? "
you surprised that he knew your schedule, I was surprised that he wants to be you had never been for you to work anywhere. Attachrga and agonizing pause. "Okay." A free ticket to return to the mess that was their relationship, but which, in turn, was the most intense and sharp that had circulated in your veins. The only true love I knew was an absolute waste.
* * * At work
You kept watching the clock. It was about to be six and did not know if you wanted to advance or stop time forever. Serve two bad coffee and Aldebaran, your boss scolded you for being so distracted, but you could not help it, had a head full of questions, doubts, question marks with metal spikes on the edges.
you really wanted to go back to Camus? The answer was always yes, but now thatwork its chest. Windy, therefore, that immediately saved your hands on your jacket.
It was 6:17. I wondered if he would claim for having delayed in leaving.
"You had a rough day?" That was the response that came from his lips, and his voice was gentle and low volume, with a tinge of concern as if you really want to know the answer and not a question of routine or forced greetings. Indeed he believed, it seemed that I wanted to have an answer.
A break of tris seconds. "My car is at the main entrance. You come with me? "Was removed from the car he was busy and you held out his hand.
You looked at his hand as if a hand had never seen before. Did you took your hand? Do you really want both hands should be subjected? Never in your wildest fantasies, you thought you'd look to perform that action, much less want to do it.
His hand stopped waiting and just took yours. Immediately clasped his fingers with yours and started walking toward the car, his car, which was in the main entrance.
If you had known that this would be the only time in their relationship were to hold hands, maybe you'd put Pegament yours never let go when the car arrived and everyone had to walk to their corresponding side of the car. Walking with your hand in yours was one of the first orgasms you had in which untapped pleasure, but of pure and exquisite tenderness.
* * * "Where do we go?" You asked after twenty minutes on the road. You saw the car window how the leaves of large trees shook with the passage of air rage.
"Why do you always have so many questions?" I said quietly and some humor as his hands took the wheel and driving on the highway that took from the city. One of those hands had held your own for twenty minutes.things go Maybe I was not ready to listen.
course, was the first time he told you something so ... revealing. I've never said I love you I love you or like you or me. Nothing. Anything that will show you what he really felt or thought of you. All assumptions were yours: sometimes you were sure you knew all the codes to decipher, but there were many others who had no idea what the hell was going on inside. I told him this was a big step was to bring down a big wall between them, was perhaps the only one I love you you were going to receive from you.
no surprise to you that was enough.
Your eyes began to fill with tears, suddenly, your voice was cornered by cold steel walls algo. You took a deep breath. "He has years not swim in the sea," he said in a whisper because you knew he was not going to answer anything that you had said.
And so, leaving the issue of 'us' to one side, you took a piece of the sleeve sweater Camus, you left the car and started walking toward the edge of the beach, pulling you Camus.
Walking on the sand reminded you that have not yet walked on land, but who the hell cared?, All that mattered was that I was waiting for the sea and were not going to miss the appointment.
tuverion
When your feet contact with the first waves, when they wet your ankles, Camus was a step backwards. For some strange reason I feltste feel safer by Camus behind you, you feel even stronger, I was tempted to challenge the sea. Walked some more, were made more in the water that was soaking the clothes more and more of both, and was slower market The deeper step.
They stopped when the water came up to her waist. Release Camus sleeve sweater and looked around for a moment: your right side was the horizon, your left side was sand, the car, the palm trees.
Then you look at your clothes. Your pants weighed three kilos more to be in the water and the fabric is adhered to your body like a second skin. Your shoes felt like they were scouring the inside, which is contracted each time you put weight onbeauty that he created you and being together made you want to drown in the sea in which they embraced.
Publication Date: March 20, 2006
Intro: There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? "
Episode 6: I can leave?
I do not know as far as my desire for self-destruction, ie
love for you If only you could stop feeling this gray blanket on your skin ... if only it made sense to awaken in the morning ... if only I had a reason breathing ... unfortunately there was no future goal or a bright orange light that will attract attention and to lift heavy and slow the universe in which you lived granted. Everything was automatic
We heard the other side of the line. After two months without hearing that voice was there again. Two long months of not hearing the doorbell so peculiar, so soft but so masculine, so melodic yet so blunt, but as painful as yours. A voice that never expected to discuss a response. "Can you come to my apartment?"
closed your eyes. Two months apart and again lay before you a free ticket to return to the mess that was their relationship. "I can not. I have to work. "I replied.
There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? "
you surprised that he knew your schedule, I was surprised that he wants to be you had never been for you to work anywhere. Attachrga and agonizing pause. "Okay." A free ticket to return to the mess that was their relationship, but which, in turn, was the most intense and sharp that had circulated in your veins. The only true love I knew was an absolute waste.
* * * At work
You kept watching the clock. It was about to be six and did not know if you wanted to advance or stop time forever. Serve two bad coffee and Aldebaran, your boss scolded you for being so distracted, but you could not help it, had a head full of questions, doubts, question marks with metal spikes on the edges.
you really wanted to go back to Camus? The answer was always yes, but now thatwork its chest. Windy, therefore, that immediately saved your hands on your jacket.
It was 6:17. I wondered if he would claim for having delayed in leaving.
"You had a rough day?" That was the response that came from his lips, and his voice was gentle and low volume, with a tinge of concern as if you really want to know the answer and not a question of routine or forced greetings. Indeed he believed, it seemed that I wanted to have an answer.
Walk two steps toward him. Looked to the side of the street, then the other. "What you want, Camus?" You said while watching a woman crossing the street with a child holding her hand.
A break of tris seconds. "My car is at the main entrance. You come with me? "Was removed from the car he was busy and you held out his hand.
You looked at his hand as if a hand had never seen before. Did you took your hand? Do you really want both hands should be subjected? Never in your wildest fantasies, you thought you'd look to perform that action, much less want to do it.
His hand stopped waiting and just took yours. Immediately clasped his fingers with yours and started walking toward the car, his car, which was in the main entrance.
If you had known that this would be the only time in their relationship were to hold hands, maybe you'd put Pegament yours never let go when the car arrived and everyone had to walk to their corresponding side of the car. Walking with your hand in yours was one of the first orgasms you had in which untapped pleasure, but of pure and exquisite tenderness.
* * * "Where do we go?" You asked after twenty minutes on the road. You saw the car window how the leaves of large trees shook with the passage of air rage.
"Why do you always have so many questions?" I said quietly and some humor as his hands took the wheel and driving on the highway that took from the city. One of those hands had held your own for twenty minutes.things go Maybe I was not ready to listen.
course, was the first time he told you something so ... revealing. I've never said I love you I love you or like you or me. Nothing. Anything that will show you what he really felt or thought of you. All assumptions were yours: sometimes you were sure you knew all the codes to decipher, but there were many others who had no idea what the hell was going on inside. I told him this was a big step was to bring down a big wall between them, was perhaps the only one I love you you were going to receive from you.
no surprise to you that was enough.
Your eyes began to fill with tears, suddenly, your voice was cornered by cold steel walls algo. You took a deep breath. "He has years not swim in the sea," he said in a whisper because you knew he was not going to answer anything that you had said.
And so, leaving the issue of 'us' to one side, you took a piece of the sleeve sweater Camus, you left the car and started walking toward the edge of the beach, pulling you Camus.
Walking on the sand reminded you that have not yet walked on land, but who the hell cared?, All that mattered was that I was waiting for the sea and were not going to miss the appointment.
tuverion
When your feet contact with the first waves, when they wet your ankles, Camus was a step backwards. For some strange reason I feltste feel safer by Camus behind you, you feel even stronger, I was tempted to challenge the sea. Walked some more, were made more in the water that was soaking the clothes more and more of both, and was slower market The deeper step.
They stopped when the water came up to her waist. Release Camus sleeve sweater and looked around for a moment: your right side was the horizon, your left side was sand, the car, the palm trees.
Then you look at your clothes. Your pants weighed three kilos more to be in the water and the fabric is adhered to your body like a second skin. Your shoes felt like they were scouring the inside, which is contracted each time you put weight onbeauty that he created you and being together made you want to drown in the sea in which they embraced.
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