Genre: Angst/Romance
WARNING: one-sided femslash (girlXgirl)
Set during Basic Straining.
I won't tell toi who's point of veiw this is, but I can tell toi this- it's not Duncan.
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I stood outside the cabine and watched her. She had just thrown up, but the thought hadn't even registered in my mind. In my mind, she was flawless. I could see her, but she was too far away. I wanted to walk over there and grab her and hold her forever. But before I could go and tell her I loved her and feel her chocolate-colored skin...
Duncan was talking to her. And he was using his looks and greasy charm to sway her; make her fall for her. I sneered. Douchebag. My jelousy and rage burned; what made him so damn special? What made him great enough to have her? She was much to good for him. Hell, she was too good for any of us. A goddess among those who think themselves demi-gods.
And then... My torture escalated... She kissed him. She kissed him, not the other way around. Tears stung my gray eyes. She walked away from him, smirking, over to near me. But she didn't notice me. She never notices me.
I ran behind the cabine and collapsed, sobbing and shaking violently. "C-Courtney... Wh-Why him? Why n-not m-m-m-me?" I screamed at the pain, physical and emotional, gasped for breath inbetween my sobs. My dark hair stuck to my tear-stained face and my hands were freezing as I held myself in a useless attempt to stop shaking. It felt like my body had collapsed in on me.
"OMG!" Lindsay ran toward me, "What's wrong, Heather?"
"Go away! I hate toi and I hate Duncan and I hate this whole fucking island and this whole fucking show! Leave me alone!" I ran into the woods; only to collapse and cry more. I couldn't tell if my cœur, coeur was beating anymore. Why would it when the only thing it had to beat for was gone? In l’amour with someone else?
I didn't want it to beat and I didn't want to breath and I didn't want to exist and I didn't want to have anything but her in my arms. Never. It was never going to happen. I let out another loud sob. Why bother hiding my misery? It's not like anyone would care anyway.
WARNING: one-sided femslash (girlXgirl)
Set during Basic Straining.
I won't tell toi who's point of veiw this is, but I can tell toi this- it's not Duncan.
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I stood outside the cabine and watched her. She had just thrown up, but the thought hadn't even registered in my mind. In my mind, she was flawless. I could see her, but she was too far away. I wanted to walk over there and grab her and hold her forever. But before I could go and tell her I loved her and feel her chocolate-colored skin...
Duncan was talking to her. And he was using his looks and greasy charm to sway her; make her fall for her. I sneered. Douchebag. My jelousy and rage burned; what made him so damn special? What made him great enough to have her? She was much to good for him. Hell, she was too good for any of us. A goddess among those who think themselves demi-gods.
And then... My torture escalated... She kissed him. She kissed him, not the other way around. Tears stung my gray eyes. She walked away from him, smirking, over to near me. But she didn't notice me. She never notices me.
I ran behind the cabine and collapsed, sobbing and shaking violently. "C-Courtney... Wh-Why him? Why n-not m-m-m-me?" I screamed at the pain, physical and emotional, gasped for breath inbetween my sobs. My dark hair stuck to my tear-stained face and my hands were freezing as I held myself in a useless attempt to stop shaking. It felt like my body had collapsed in on me.
"OMG!" Lindsay ran toward me, "What's wrong, Heather?"
"Go away! I hate toi and I hate Duncan and I hate this whole fucking island and this whole fucking show! Leave me alone!" I ran into the woods; only to collapse and cry more. I couldn't tell if my cœur, coeur was beating anymore. Why would it when the only thing it had to beat for was gone? In l’amour with someone else?
I didn't want it to beat and I didn't want to breath and I didn't want to exist and I didn't want to have anything but her in my arms. Never. It was never going to happen. I let out another loud sob. Why bother hiding my misery? It's not like anyone would care anyway.
