MichaelOwnsMe (foreverbm) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2008-01-20 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: foreverbm, challenge #48: angst |
Challenge #48 - Angst
Title: Love and Other Bruises (Chapters 18 - 20)
Author: Foreverbm
Timeline: Season 3 - post 308
A/N: Apologies for this coming in dribs and drabs, RL taking over today damn it..and also I have to write Brian which is a challenge in itself
Condoms: 3 to Michael
Deathly and unwanted silence.
Words were not needed. I had my answer.
“I want you to go”
My voice was barely above a whisper but the shocked look on his face told me that finally something I had said had reached him.
“Michael…you don’t mean that…we can work this out….”
I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak.
“Michael…baby…I love you….”
His voice, those words were almost my undoing. It took every ounce of strength I possessed not to crumble and give in.
“Just go Ben….if…if you decide that what we have is worth salvaging…then we will talk again”
Without a backward look I stood and walked from the room.
I half expected him to follow me, to offer more reassurances and excuses but my footsteps were the only ones to be heard in the quietness of the apartment.
I grabbed my coat, swearing loudly when I banged my hand on the door as I reached to open it. Tiny spots of blood were seeping through the band-aid but I ignored them as I closed the door behind me.
I trudged down the steps. The street noise startled me and I hesitated, with no idea what to do next.
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I ended up where I knew I would.
I thumped on the loft door, stamping my feet to get rid of the icy feeling that the cold was sending through my body.
Finally it opened.
“Mikey!”
My eyes quickly scanned the room behind him.
“Where’s Justin?”
“Visiting Daphne”
I walked past him, relishing the warmth of the loft and felt myself start to slowly thaw out.
“You want a drink?”
Typical Brian. No questions but the obvious answer for everything.
“No…thanks”
He poured himself one and dropped down onto the sofa, reaching for a cigarette, his eyes watching me closely.