|Dot Dot Dot Elipses
Author: MissGreySunshine PM
But, it's another short drabble. Hints of Teacher/Student. R&R!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 629 - Reviews: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-21-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2809384
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For months, I denied you—not that you were ever, really, mine to deny—whole-heartedly. For months, I believed the lies I told myself. I convinced myself I was honestly through with you—not that you were ever, really, mine to be through with—for good.
In an instant, you tore through those lies. It took you less than a second to send a chill up my spine and a knot to my throat. With one word, the tidal wave I'd held back for months, crashed through the levies I'd made to protect myself.
Yeah, that's called a metaphor; maybe you shouldn't have been so focused on Newton's Third Law of Motion. Then again, I think you'd better stick to things that you can prove scientifically. You don't seem to do so well in the "not backed up by science" department.
Then again, I don't do so well in that department either. Hell, look at me—not that you would if you had the chance—I'm a mess. It's everything I have to keep me from screaming this out loud.
I was surprised you never took notice. I watched you constantly; trying to find something a little off. I never succeeded in finding that.
I would call your smile breathtaking—but it's not. I would call your eyes beautiful—but they're not. I would call you my friend—but you're not.
I doubt you'll pay attention to this paper—not that you would ever think of reading it—since nothing I'm saying can be backed up by proven facts. Not in a million years would I even let you get close this paper. Or this heart, for that matter.
"This heart" of course being the one that somehow finds a way to beat inside my chest. Don't worry about me—not that you would ever worry—or about any of this. I'm a strong girl who was taught to deal with heartbreak.
Of course, it's not your fault, dear. I didn't fall in love with you. I fell in love to you.
No, I didn't worship the ground you walked on. But, in order for love to be with someone, it needs to be returned. My love wasn't a boomerang this time around.
There's another metaphor for you—not that you would ever listen to what I say—or did you forget what a metaphor was, already? Google the definition. Maybe you could even look up an example.
Oh, you were too busy studying the human anatomy? Tell me: Does it come with an instruction manual? I could really use one to fix this broken heart…
Oh, you took the last one? I understand, love. You need to learn how the female body works in order to be ready for that new baby of yours.
I'm not supposed to know? Shit… I guess that's what happens when you enter the room smiling ear to ear after just talking to her on the phone.
Oh, my God. I didn't know her water broke too early. Nor did I know my heart would be broke too early.
Not that you could care—not that you should care—not that you did care.
A/N: So, this is definately the twinsie of Can You Get Used to That? 'cause they're both my babies. They're written about two different people with completely different tones. I love 'em both. But, this my favourite piece I've written. Ever.
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