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frantic_quest ([info]frantic_quest) wrote in [info]qaf_drabbles,
@ 2009-10-06 13:12:00
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Challenge #135: Song Lyrics
Title The Way You Taste
Author's Note: Song Lyrics borrowed from It's Been A While by Staind.
And the Condom Goes To: Daphne



“What am I doing here?” he had asked, his eyes begging me to erase his doubts. I wanted to tell him. “I’m tired of being alone and feeling worthless, but all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you.”

I didn’t say any of those things to him then, and now it’s too fucking late.

I stare at him hungrily as he ties the bracelet around my wrist. His tongue touches his lips. Still the words won’t come. “You’re not mine anymore, but I can still remember just the way you taste.”

I watch him turn and walk away.


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