Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't sue, Don't flame!
Warning: Shonen-ai, I think. Could be something other I don't know. Basically my usual, something along those lines.
Note: Trowa's point of view.
Comfortable
I hate grocery shopping, and no not because of the unusually long lines and annoyingly loud beeping the scanner makes as it checks the price for every thing placed on the counter. But because it reminds me of him, Duo. We use to spend so much of our time together, always making idle chatter just to hear each others voices longer, and hold one another till morning. Now all the things great in my life no longer exist, unforgettable so desirable and unattainable anymore by me. My light, my mate, my love, and my life were him.
I wonder what he's doing right now, as I walk slowly down the aisles of the store gathering food for a usually empty fridge. I remember when we use to do this together, make trips to the grocery store; the one memory that stands out most in my mind is when he had snuck up behind me, this was about a year or so ago, and jumped in my shopping-cart and rolled down the aisles at a reckless speed, well as reckless as you can in a crowded store. He turned his head and smiled back at me, sadly due to lack of awareness, we crashed into a rack of magazines and we were asked to leave shortly after, I felt so embarrassed, but I was happy then.
Although at this moment I can't seem to remember what went wrong in our relationship last September, but I'm sure if I asked him he'd remind me. I really wish I could hear his voice right now, I wouldn't care what the circumstances were I just want to be near him now. Our love was so flawless, composed, and so memorable.
Times change though and even though I'm supposed to have moved on I still think about him, and I know it can't be a good thing considering that I'm with this new girl from my work. My friends all approve and say that she's probably the best thing for me at the moment, it upset me that they were congratulating my getting over him so, I don't want to be. I was so mad that no one had a problem with her or that no one thought that I should work things out with Duo and try to get back together with him.
In my opinion she's too much into religion and this comment of mine was spawned from the fact that she said the Bible was all that she reads. She acts like such a saint and hates it when I use swear words, but I'm not about to change for her sake. Duo never had a problem with my coarse language, in fact he was just as bad, our love was better than this.
Whenever she and I go somewhere everyone is always crowding around us like the place wasn't as great before she got there. I can't even take her to the art museums without her making some kind of comment, she swears that she knows art; but the difference between her and Duo is that Duo could tell the distinction between artists, and she can't. She's so perfect, so flawless, or so they say.
She thinks that I can't see through her smile or false façade of perfection that she puts up. Or poses for pictures that people take of her when they think she isn't looking or notices. She's nothing like Duo, I loved him. His hair in a braid, wearing gray sweat pants, and obviously no make-up of any kind, he was, is perfect. I want him back, Duo come back to me.
But no matter how hard I wish, he isn't going to hear it. And God wont listen to my pleas anymore. Sometimes I remember waking up to an empty space beside me and then I would realize his shape was still matted to the bed. I'd find myself curling next to it and start sniffing, his scent still lingered on the bed-sheets, nearly gone.
I miss that so much, I miss him, his warm touch, the sweet taste of his skin, and even his breathing it was so calming. It makes me want to cry knowing that he's not mine to fantasize about anymore, I'm no longer allowed to. But knowing I let him get away and now I'm with someone else and miserable reminds me that I made the wrong decision, I always do. It makes me wish I could rewind time or at least erase moments in the present so that he could still be mine again. I keep trying to figure out why we broke up, but for some reason the answer never comes to me. All I know is that it was all my fault.
On my way home all I could think of was Duo, I don't even remember paying for any of the things I'm carrying let alone leaving the supermarket. I unlocked the door and as I closed it behind me I heard my answering machine beeping wildly for my attention. Placing the groceries down on the kitchen counter I walked over to the little beeping bastard and noticed it said I had twenty-one messages on it. I only needed one guess to figure out who it was, her. I delete them all without listening, some people may consider that heartless, but what do they know- they're not me.
I grabbed a can of warm Pepsi and walked into my office, the blinds were closed yet light still poured into the dark room. I didn't want to turn on the lights everything else in my life seemed so dull, so dark, so.............so empty. Rain starts to fall, how quaint and so appropriate for this occasion of my self-pertained reminisces of pity and failure.
Suddenly a bright light filled the room just as the sound of a car engine filled my ears. I knew automatically who it was and for some reason I panicked Quickly I ducked onto the floor while taking a long sip from my soda, maybe it was the caffeine. I pulled the chair that I had been sitting in moments ago in to try and make it seem as though I had not been in the room. I could hear her knocking on the front door calling my name.
"Trowa!" I realize how much I really don't like her voice. I start to fiddle with a loose string in the carpet by the chair, and idly wonder if I should re-carpet the whole thing in a different color.
"I'm not here." I whispered to my Pepsi as I took another sip.
"Trowa you have to be here your car is in the driveway!" I regret not parking it in the garage now.
"Thank you Captain Obvious." I mumble taking a long drag from the can and noticed I was starting to run low. Then the front door opened, and I try to squeeze in further into the small area of my desk.
"Trowa sweetheart I know you're here! Come out, come out wherever you are!"
"I forgot I gave her a key! Stupid!" I light banged my head against the back of the desk.
"Here you are, sweetheart what are you doing underneath your desk?" I hate her.
"I need another Pepsi." After explaining why I was under the desk, which everything I told her was a lie, we spent some time watching T.V. then went to bed and as I pulled my arms away from her slumbering form; it was at that point I realized it.
Young love is so stupid, I hate myself more then anything. A technicality , I was so dumb, so stupid, he was my first love. Why'd I have to practice on your heart, Duo?
(That was it, I chose her over you Duo. That's what went wrong.)
A/N: Well, I think that went pretty well. I'm doing the 2nd chpt right now so I hope it will be done soon. And I realize this was relitivly short, but I like it as is. I've had this on the backburner for quite some time and I never really got the chance to upload it. So finally after about a year I've put it up, SO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I really would like to know.
Warning: Shonen-ai, I think. Could be something other I don't know. Basically my usual, something along those lines.
Note: Trowa's point of view.
Comfortable
I hate grocery shopping, and no not because of the unusually long lines and annoyingly loud beeping the scanner makes as it checks the price for every thing placed on the counter. But because it reminds me of him, Duo. We use to spend so much of our time together, always making idle chatter just to hear each others voices longer, and hold one another till morning. Now all the things great in my life no longer exist, unforgettable so desirable and unattainable anymore by me. My light, my mate, my love, and my life were him.
I wonder what he's doing right now, as I walk slowly down the aisles of the store gathering food for a usually empty fridge. I remember when we use to do this together, make trips to the grocery store; the one memory that stands out most in my mind is when he had snuck up behind me, this was about a year or so ago, and jumped in my shopping-cart and rolled down the aisles at a reckless speed, well as reckless as you can in a crowded store. He turned his head and smiled back at me, sadly due to lack of awareness, we crashed into a rack of magazines and we were asked to leave shortly after, I felt so embarrassed, but I was happy then.
Although at this moment I can't seem to remember what went wrong in our relationship last September, but I'm sure if I asked him he'd remind me. I really wish I could hear his voice right now, I wouldn't care what the circumstances were I just want to be near him now. Our love was so flawless, composed, and so memorable.
Times change though and even though I'm supposed to have moved on I still think about him, and I know it can't be a good thing considering that I'm with this new girl from my work. My friends all approve and say that she's probably the best thing for me at the moment, it upset me that they were congratulating my getting over him so, I don't want to be. I was so mad that no one had a problem with her or that no one thought that I should work things out with Duo and try to get back together with him.
In my opinion she's too much into religion and this comment of mine was spawned from the fact that she said the Bible was all that she reads. She acts like such a saint and hates it when I use swear words, but I'm not about to change for her sake. Duo never had a problem with my coarse language, in fact he was just as bad, our love was better than this.
Whenever she and I go somewhere everyone is always crowding around us like the place wasn't as great before she got there. I can't even take her to the art museums without her making some kind of comment, she swears that she knows art; but the difference between her and Duo is that Duo could tell the distinction between artists, and she can't. She's so perfect, so flawless, or so they say.
She thinks that I can't see through her smile or false façade of perfection that she puts up. Or poses for pictures that people take of her when they think she isn't looking or notices. She's nothing like Duo, I loved him. His hair in a braid, wearing gray sweat pants, and obviously no make-up of any kind, he was, is perfect. I want him back, Duo come back to me.
But no matter how hard I wish, he isn't going to hear it. And God wont listen to my pleas anymore. Sometimes I remember waking up to an empty space beside me and then I would realize his shape was still matted to the bed. I'd find myself curling next to it and start sniffing, his scent still lingered on the bed-sheets, nearly gone.
I miss that so much, I miss him, his warm touch, the sweet taste of his skin, and even his breathing it was so calming. It makes me want to cry knowing that he's not mine to fantasize about anymore, I'm no longer allowed to. But knowing I let him get away and now I'm with someone else and miserable reminds me that I made the wrong decision, I always do. It makes me wish I could rewind time or at least erase moments in the present so that he could still be mine again. I keep trying to figure out why we broke up, but for some reason the answer never comes to me. All I know is that it was all my fault.
On my way home all I could think of was Duo, I don't even remember paying for any of the things I'm carrying let alone leaving the supermarket. I unlocked the door and as I closed it behind me I heard my answering machine beeping wildly for my attention. Placing the groceries down on the kitchen counter I walked over to the little beeping bastard and noticed it said I had twenty-one messages on it. I only needed one guess to figure out who it was, her. I delete them all without listening, some people may consider that heartless, but what do they know- they're not me.
I grabbed a can of warm Pepsi and walked into my office, the blinds were closed yet light still poured into the dark room. I didn't want to turn on the lights everything else in my life seemed so dull, so dark, so.............so empty. Rain starts to fall, how quaint and so appropriate for this occasion of my self-pertained reminisces of pity and failure.
Suddenly a bright light filled the room just as the sound of a car engine filled my ears. I knew automatically who it was and for some reason I panicked Quickly I ducked onto the floor while taking a long sip from my soda, maybe it was the caffeine. I pulled the chair that I had been sitting in moments ago in to try and make it seem as though I had not been in the room. I could hear her knocking on the front door calling my name.
"Trowa!" I realize how much I really don't like her voice. I start to fiddle with a loose string in the carpet by the chair, and idly wonder if I should re-carpet the whole thing in a different color.
"I'm not here." I whispered to my Pepsi as I took another sip.
"Trowa you have to be here your car is in the driveway!" I regret not parking it in the garage now.
"Thank you Captain Obvious." I mumble taking a long drag from the can and noticed I was starting to run low. Then the front door opened, and I try to squeeze in further into the small area of my desk.
"Trowa sweetheart I know you're here! Come out, come out wherever you are!"
"I forgot I gave her a key! Stupid!" I light banged my head against the back of the desk.
"Here you are, sweetheart what are you doing underneath your desk?" I hate her.
"I need another Pepsi." After explaining why I was under the desk, which everything I told her was a lie, we spent some time watching T.V. then went to bed and as I pulled my arms away from her slumbering form; it was at that point I realized it.
Young love is so stupid, I hate myself more then anything. A technicality , I was so dumb, so stupid, he was my first love. Why'd I have to practice on your heart, Duo?
(That was it, I chose her over you Duo. That's what went wrong.)
A/N: Well, I think that went pretty well. I'm doing the 2nd chpt right now so I hope it will be done soon. And I realize this was relitivly short, but I like it as is. I've had this on the backburner for quite some time and I never really got the chance to upload it. So finally after about a year I've put it up, SO PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I really would like to know.