A/U: really short, completely unsatisfactory, and in all honestly, kind of crappy. came from my blog, add me on livejournal !

Music:

winter sleep - olivia lufkin

moments.

Everything is falling out of place. Everything is going wrong. Your breath hitches, you feel like you can't breathe, air has been sucked out of the room. Your eyes widen just a little bit, your mouth drops just a little bit, your nerves tense just a little bit, your fingers twitch. You can't move, your body has glued itself to the ground and refuses to let you move. It knows. It knows you'll fall over, you'll break if you do. It knows you have to watch.

Your heart skips a beat, you will it to calm down but it doesn't it just keeps beating beating beating. You want to swallow but your body isn't letting you it forces you to stay to watch.

You were just, just turning the corner, just going to where you were supposed to be, just doing what you were supposed to be doing. And then this, this huge mess, this disaster appeared before you, and this stopped your world from turning, you from functioning.

It wasn't fair. Not fair how much one tiny miniscule thing can be so, so huge, so engulfing, so daunting, so greedy. Not fair how this little push could send you to the edge, teetering so dangerously that you'd swear you were falling.

Before you know it, you really are falling. You can't see the ground, you can't anticipate the pain, can't do anything about it, and when it ends, you want it to end quickly, cleanly, but things never happen the way you want them to.

You hit the ground. And, excuse my language, the shit hits the fan. The pain appears, sears, breaks and enters.

And it never goes away.

terrible. I'm so unsatisfied with my stuff right now, and so unhappy that so many FP authors have stopped posting and taken off their writings. fuck plagiarizers. oops, I've gotten more vulgar, haven't I?

:D review, my pretties~!

-chewyy / juliee.

R&R.