Disclaimer: Gravitation and all of its hottness are not mine. Sob.
AN: Just wanted to thank anyone that reviewed my first Gravi story Catalyst...made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :) This story is before Shuichi knows anything about Eiri's past, after Aizawa 'gets his way with Shuichi', so to speak, so yeah...enjoy my angst-o-rama.
In the Absence of Afterglow.
When you're asleep, I stare at the slightly fitful
expression on your face and I realize that your harsh words are a front. That you care. That it's not me who makes you overly sharp
or blunt.
But
it's me who sparks the memory of what makes you toss and turn at night,
although you'd rather die than admit to your demons. Whoever, whatever those
demons are.
One
night I heard you whimper the name 'Yuki', and the utter pain and devotion in
the syllable caused my heart to ache. That was the night before I saw you cry
for the first time. And God, that really put things into perspective for me.
The nights in your bed are just full of these depressing realizations.
Sometimes I wish we could just stay up making love all night so I wouldn't have
to think...wouldn't have to fight off the feeling that I'm hitting a brick wall
that is too high, too smooth to climb.
The
closer I become to you, the more pain I see evident in your eyes. The closer we
grow together, the farther apart you seem. And it breaks my heart completely,
each time I watch you fall asleep, when you become victim to the thoughts that
can only haunt you at night without reprieve. I want to hold you. But I fear
that my concern for you will only cause you to distance yourself even more.
So
here I lie with a sad little smile, my hand resting on a little crevice between
your neck and collarbone, my eyes staring hard into your chiseled features. And
I'm trying desperately not to cry.
If
you love him, the little nagging voice chides in my head, you know what
you have to do.
The
past few hours were perfect--from the foreplay to the climax. You even held me
as you fell asleep, which only happens on rare occasions. God.
Can I do this? I have to. I need to, for your sake. Aren't I the typical stoic
lover, sacrificing my happiness for yours. Just as
contrived as those shitty love dramas we seem to catch on the television. I remember
sitting on the couch with you, watching the overdramatic scene unfold as you
lit up your cigarette with a bored expression on your face.
When
we're together like that--where you watch television or spend time with me and
act as if it's always been that way--I love you most. I love you.
Only
after my hand leaves the warmth of your neck and the remembrance of your
embrace do I allow myself to smile bitterly while willing my tears back. Yes,
yes, I love you. That seems to be the problem, doesn't it? I can't even fucking
leave you for your sake, no matter how hard I try. Part of me stubbornly thinks
that something drew us to each other for a reason--that I can do good for you. The rest of me is selfish and wants you to
myself always. I'm sorry. I know someday I'll be the death of you.
And
so, tonight I stay with you again. But as I pull the sheets up to cover my
naked torso, I can't help but feel even more helpless than when I started.
Tomorrow night...tomorrow night I'll leave
you. A constant mantra I repeat in futility.
My
last conscious image before I fall asleep is of your tired, irritated
expression as you pull me closer into your arms.
owari.
love ridden i've looked at you
with the focus i gave to my birthday candles
i've wished on the lidded blue flames
under your brow
and baby i wished for you
nobody sees when you are lying in your bed
and i wanna crawl in with you
but i cry instead
i want your warm
but it will only make me colder when it's over
so i can't tonight, baby
no, not 'baby' anymore, if i need you
i'll just use your simple name
only kisses on the cheek from now on
and in a little while, we'll only have to wave.
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Err...the song, if you're not familiar with it (and if you aren't, I don't blame you) is Love Ridden, by Fiona Apple—by far one of the most depressing songs I've heard and loved. This is a ficlet that I wrote...around two months ago? I know I have to keep crackin' on my various Fruits Basket stories as well as some more yummy Gravitation, but I just thought I'd throw this out there. Hopefully it's not too horrid and the Shuichi characterization is somewhat dead-on. We're such alike personalities and I still write better in Eiri POV...
Limey