t.j. belcourt is so high right now (tokeandgrow) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-17 02:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-04, t.j., toby |
don't break my heart... my achy, breaky heart
WHO. T.J. and Toby
WHEN. Afternoon
WHERE. His house
There was no ache quite like heartbreak.
At least, that was how T.J. felt about it and in his present condition, he would not hear of any other opinions. He had yet to change out of the clothes he wore when Belinda came over; he swore he could still smell a little bit of her clinging to them. The house was in an even more cluttered state than usual with half-empty plastic chip bags littered around the room, wrappers of those Little Debbie cakes with peanut butter and wafers in the middle, and piles and piles of balled up tissues that were spread around like land mines. The culprit was a very heart broken earth elemental who was currently curled into a ball on the couch. He lay listlessly, a stream of constant tears dripping from his eyes and down his cheeks. The fabric of his shirt was wet from the tears that made it past the scraggly not-beard that was growing along his jaw.
He didn’t know if Belinda was the one or not… Oh hell. Who was he kidding? She was perfection. She suited his every need, she was beautiful, and an elemental to boot. So when she showed up spouting this nonsense about how she didn’t think they should be exclusive anymore -- or even see each other in that way -- T.J. felt as though Earth herself just slapped him silly. He grabbed one of the chocolate cupcakes (Hostess this time instead of Little Debbie) and unwrapped it, letting the cellophane wrapper crumple to the floor without a care. He began to shove the cake into his mouth for an indifferent sort of bite when the song especially written for his grief movie of choice began playing softly.
The soft melody filled his ears and whatever semblance of control he had over his emotions, vanished. Mid-bite, T.J.’s composure eroded as a wave of sobs took over him. They shook his shoulders roughly and a very unmasculine whine tried to move around the cake in his mouth. He never even saw that someone walked in, but that was mostly because his eyes were squeezing out a fresh flood of tears.