All that i'm after;

"YOU!!"

He jabbed a finger into dim air in front of him, he pointed an accusing finger at her. His frame blocked all of the filtered sunlight and the only light that was illuminated the room. His big shadow blocked all of that out, leaving a gaping hole in front of him, leaving a gaping dark hole in front of him.

Is a life full of laughter;

She just sat there, the halfway through mending the blue-striped boxers that was in her hands. She was pale, as well as impossibly frail, a stark contrast to his tanned body and big biceps that bulged underneath his tight black shirt.

As long as I'm laughing with you;

"YOU!!"

He screamed again. This time he advanced towards her, leaving the light behind him to sigh in relief, and carry on shining through. As if ignoring the scene that was taking place in front of them. As if nothing was taking place in front of them.

I'm thinkin' that;
He marched right over to where she was sitting, still jabbing the accusing finger harshly at her. He was drunk, she knew, he was always drunk. She could smell the foul stench leaking out from his mouth. He was always drunk when he lost a number, he was always drunk when he lost a job, he was always drunk whenever she was around.

All that still matters;

He grabbed her by her frail hair.

"YOU!!"

He shouted again. He did not resist, she just hung there limply like a pathetic stuffed doll, swaying side to side with each little force that was applied from that strong arm. Swaying side to side each time she looked at that face, each time she looked into those eyes.

Is love ever after;

"YOU!!"

His voice had gone up another pitch, from this she could deduce that he was angry, angry angry. If he keeps this up, he would damage his throat again and this time even a surgery would not be able to save his voice, not even save him. Not that she had any place to say that now. She could not even save herself now might as well be saved now that he had gotten to this point.

after the life we've been through;

"YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!"

His voice cracked as he swung his arm in a wide arc, taking her along with it. Wind rushed into her hair, rushed into her ears but they were all pushed out of her as her body slammed against the wall. The impact did not even give her any chance to scream. But her bones screamed for her in a series of pops and cracks that harmonized with his heavy breathing.

'Cause I know there's no life after you.

She sat there like a broken doll, abandoned, forgotten, lonely, sad, blending into the grey walls around her. No light. No anything. No nothing. Until her hoarse voice, choked with emotion filled the empty air in the room, coming out as nothing more then a whisper,

"...and I."

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i'm sorry. i got influenced too greatly by patrick jones' great book. 'things change' is really great ;3 i don't seem to be good at writing happy endings, through i dream day and night about it. mostly about getting good results ;x but, well, a dream stays a dream. you'll just have to wake up to face reality and tell yourself 'hey!! life is not so fair after all.'

you've gotta stop sitting there and letting your butt grow bigger. you've gotta start moving and grooving to trim up that potentially sexy butt.

really, now. what am i saying? ;3