association

Reccing Notes: Well it's not quite happy. Actually, pretty heartbreaking for both of them(again) and the roles they're in. but it's so worth taking the ride.

by xxamlaxx at her livejournal
565 words. R. abyss.

He needs her to see, to understand, because it seizes control of his body sporadically and he’s terrified that one night his consciousness won’t return, will remain trapped within the invisible void of heated darkness...while his mutated body kills and destroys and consumes.
Chloe won’t return his calls. Her phone rings and rings and finally goes to voicemail; cheerful, bubbly voice bidding him to leave a message. Apologies take up intangible space; proclamations of affections fill the cyber abyss. She never picks up, she never answers, her inbox fills until his throat is sore, his voice hoarse, and his mind is constantly focused on golden hair and jade eyes and a compassionate mien. He’s completely shattered any relationship they once had, shards of broken affection and splintered trust. He feels warm, silken lips on his every moment of the day, tastes bitter coffee and green apple chap stick.

The wedding date grows closer and closer, creeping slowly through time, laden with incipient anguish. He can try to convince her of her true feelings before the wedding but after vows are exchanged his chance is gone. He needs her to see, to understand, because it seizes control of his body sporadically and he’s terrified that one night his consciousness won’t return, will remain trapped within the invisible void of heated darkness, kept away from the world for eternity while his mutated body kills and destroys and consumes.

“Davis, I can’t talk right now.” Green eyes stare at the pavement; she attempts to walk around him.

“Please Chloe; just listen to me for a minute.” I’m sorry and I love you are thick on his tongue, heavy lead-like words he can’t say, dying and sinking in his throat before they can get past his vocal chords.

“I love Jimmy.” The statement doesn’t sound genuine, a well rehearsed, well performed lie.

“Why do you keep denying your feelings for me?” He thinks about Chloe more then he breathes, her face is his brain’s oxygen, necessary and essential to his functioning life.

“Because I don’t have any, not the kind you’re implying.” His heart cracks right up the middle, a seamless line. “We’re friends Davis.”

“But last week…”

“You crossed the boundaries.” She shakes her head, cold, sympathetic emeralds. “I’m getting married tomorrow.” She’s lying and he knows it, there are rules and regulations to life and they’re meant to be circumvented when the incentive is great enough.

“You shouldn’t.” And then, he kisses her again, takes her face in his hands, hot mouths touching, slick sliding as a wet tongue slides between his lips. He kisses so hard their teeth click together, a dull pain and quiet thud, he tastes coffee and cream and Chloe, stronger then before and better then he’s previously imagined. The ambulance is only four yards away and the back doors shut with the clang of metal. Clothing collects in piles on the floor. He just wants her to see what they can be, picture perfect happiness, husband and wife, a big house with a picket fence and three children.

The bed has a new use; he moves in and time slows to a crawl, drawn out minutes, damp skin and harsh, drawn out breathes. He wants the moment to last forever but soon enough Chloe’s name erupts from his mouth and sweat is cooling on his back, the scent of sex, perfume, and cologne hanging in the air. When his endorphin levels approach normality he glances up to see slender fingers hastily buttoning a green blouse and hear the zipper of blue jeans. Shadowed, weary green eyes stare at him, emotionally exhausted blades of grass and the words

“This was a mistake.” Ring loudly in the silence.