He listens to the rain and how it falls.
It starts off slowly, a soft and syncopated beat against the tin roof of the little house, a haven against the dark and lonely world outside, from the sinister shadows and bittersweet moments it hides.
It has greedy fingers snatching and grabbing, made of despair and covered in the obscurity of time, trying to lure him into being a person he left behind, all too recently for his liking. It took too long to see where they were pulling him with insistent force, into the murky depths of somewhere where there wasn't anything but 'other'.
But in the little house with its tin roof and close neighbours and
He doesn't sparkle anymore. His eyes aren't bright or wide, only dull and world-weary.
He's seen it all.
More than anything she wants to make it better.
He's too thin as well, more jutting bones than he ever was before, even on tour, and it scares her when she rests her hand on his back and can feel the notches in his spine.
He hasn't painted in months.
Everything is wrong.
But sometimes he looks at her like she is the only thing keeping him going, and the look of utter need is enough to have her choking back tears.
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"You " He shuts his eyes and just breathes. "You are very heaven."
Her head falls on his and she combs gentle fi
He can see her wasting away. He knows. But she's everything he needs. So he doesn't say anything.
He's never regretted anything more.
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"Noel. I am looking you in the eye, and telling you to get help."
"What are you even talking about Ju? Everything's fine." He keeps walking down the hallway of the apartment, using it as an excuse to avoid Julian's eyes.
His friend suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, wraps a large hand firmly around his arm, just above his elbow, and spins him around, leaving no room to escape. "What I'm talking about, Noel, is that this is killing the both of you. You know I had Mike 'round my house the other day,
He watched them, sitting over in the corner, giggling like naughty schoolchildren, ebony heads bent together. One of her long fingered hands is wrapped around the neck of a bottle of Jack Daniels. They've been sharing it throughout the night, along with various other fruity drinks he swear weren't even invented when he drank. Back in the day.
Their lanky bodies are twined together, all dark hair, shining eyes and pale skin. Her free arm is wrapped around his shoulders, holding her precarious position perched in his lap.
"What you doing, you crazy woman?" Noel's voice is full of laughter, and she throws her head back and just laughs back at
You broke me.
You think you might notice, after breaking someone.
I can't blame you, because I didn't say anything.
I don't know if you've chosen her. It doesn't matter really, it's the same anyway.
The point is, that you broke me.
I don't expect you to fix me.
But I just want you to notice.
It's all I ever wanted, was for you to notice.
Please just notice.
Philosophical Ramblings - 1 by Dark-Light-Princess, literature
Literature
Philosophical Ramblings - 1
I should have read this before.
I ordered it from the library, it came in, and I forgot to pick it up. Simple as that. Just forgot about it. 'Oh that guy, that funny British one who's mildly attractive I'll read it later, sometime.' I just got busy, and forgot about him.
It's now, when I know what he went through, and the things in this book that he shares with brutal honesty, that I realise I should have read it then. I should have made time, and gone to pick it up.
This one passage
"If that person tells you they don't think there's any point in living any more, just say, 'OK, well, I'm off now, but remember, we're going to se
Six months is a long time.
In six months, I've had a birthday, made new friends, lost old ones, got a job, finished things I started, and started other things.
In six months, I lost whatever I had left of a childhood. I was never naive about the fact that people die; how could I be? But it isn't meant to be like that.
You know, probably better than anybody, that I can understand simply not wanting to be, anymore. The end. But I didn't do it, due in part to you and the fact that you knew.
Six months ago, you took it that final step. I can't believe that. Tomorrow I'll think of what we did, maybe pull out some of the things that remind me o