Apr. 6th, 2009

euphoric_zone: Kamiyama + nante pose ([Ninomiya Kazunari] - Peace)
"I'm sorry," he whispered, hands reaching out for the dark figure standing back facing him. "I'm really sorry."

The figure turned slowly, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down pale cheeks; face stained by crystal droplets. He stepped away from the outstretched hand warily, shaking his head. The hand reached out once more, soft footsteps upon the tiles.

"Please, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"

Messy brown hair was pushed back, revealing piercing brown eyes. Stepping forward, warm hands cupped his face, eyes staring straight into his, sending a shiver down his spine. Beautiful face distorted and dirtied with tears, body wracked with small shudders as the man sobbed.


Another shake of the head. Another crystal tear. Lips gently pressed against lips, warmth and gentle vibrations. A pair of parted lips, urging acceptance, forgiveness, and the touch of another. None came. Cold wind upon hot, burning skin. Footsteps echoing in the hallway. Falling to the floor, he cups his head in his hands, knowing that the other is gone - lost forever. He curses himself for his stupidity.

The apartment is quiet, save for the echoing of sniffing, wails and the sound of the smack of a palm against a forehead and fists hammering against the wall.
euphoric_zone: Kamiyama + nante pose (Default)

Her hands were pressed firmly against her ears, trying (and failing) to block out the sound, the noise. She pressed them against her ears even more firmly, head screaming for the noise to stop. The shrill cries cutting through the silence like a knife.

No, no, no. No. No!

Her eyes were screwed shut, legs tucked neath her arms, trying to curl into a ball. No, she wanted to disappear, leave everything behind and just...fade into the background. She groaned, tucking her face into her knees, nose pressed between the two knobbly joints. Rocking on the bed, she heard each creak of the spring, the rustling of the mattress, the thump of her feet against the fabric. But it wouldn't shut out the noise - it rang even louder, in fact.

Please, make it stop. I beg you!

Her eyes flicked up to her walls were posters, pictures and magazine clippings were displayed proudly. Her gaze lingered over each page, each photo, each inch covered with picture or paper or plastic. No smile came to her face, no, nothing was okay. Nothing could ever be okay...or would it? Would the next day be better? Would a rainbow shine on her? Pots of gold and leprechauns next? As likely as pigs would fly.

Why? Why won't it stop? Why can't I get rid of this misery?

Footsteps heavy on tiles echoing, then fading. The sound begins to fade, too, finally. She uncurls from her position, wiping away the single tear rolling down her cheek. She turns over and presses her face into her pillow, tired, frustrated, spent. She just wants it to end. For everything to return the way it used to be.

Can I escape? Right here and now?

She screws her eyes shut, forcing her body to sleep. To sleep and take the grief away. In hopes that the next day, tomorrow, she won't remember. She hopes to see smiles, hear laughter and frolic in fields of white lilies. If only. If only tomorrows could be that perfect, she thinks, she wouldn't mind living another day.


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