( Listen to these songs while you read it: Happily Never After by Backstreet Boys and What Hurts The Most by Rascal Flatts. ) He stared at the jacket in his hands- shoulders tense with his withering will to not make a move. The jacket itself was nothing- just a leather jacket. But it was the smell. The smell of nature and the sweet scent of roses. His smell. The one he loved. Thats what was important. Thinking about him, the devils body shuddered involuntarily. And that was when everything came pouring out. Crystal clear tears poured down his face, making his red eyes turn to the color of blood. His mouth slipped open, revealing his fangs- but only sobs came out. He held the jacket tighter as he closed his eyes. There were so many memories of him. From his brown hair to the jacket. From the jacket to his shirt. From there, his pants, shoes, and body. God, Francis missed him so much it was killing him- literally killing him on the inside. He craved the others touch- he needed it. Thats why the jacket was with him. It was the last thing that brown haired male gave him. It still had his scent... And even though it hurt him like this, he needed that smell in his body. More than the times he had gone out to eat. Still sobbing and crying, he didnt even realize he had laid onto his side until a voice started whispering into his ear. But it kept saying his lovers name. The poor blonde didnt realize right away that the one speaking was himself. But once he realized- he hadnt stopped. The quiet whisper of his name turned to screams as he buried his face into the jacket. Why? Why was fate so cruel? To take away his lover... right when he was returning the feelings? He couldnt find any other word besides that name... The name he wanted to repeat over and over- just to hear it and know he was real. That he was back in his life. Finally- after hours of screaming, crying, and biting the jacket, Francis had somehow managed to calm down enough to begin to fall asleep right there. But before he did, he slipped the jacket on and curled up with it. Please come back... Ill die wizout you... He muttered, throat raw from screaming for so long. He could barely speak anymore... but he still managed to say his lovers name one last time before his blood red eyes closed. And he swore he felt someone kiss his forehead. Hed also say that the last thing he heard gave him hope: Ill be back, my love. Just wait for me.. And he would wait for years. Do anything to get him back. That was how much he loved him.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 00:16:26 +0000
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