So long since I wrote something like this. This is my original shortie, it might have some things that I took from Dominic Monaghan's life but they are still his little things. This is copyrighted by White ANdie and White Magnolia. Don't take it from me, please.
City Lights
So he looked at the little city lights that shone in his green eyes. how much he liked this place, and the peaceful feeling it gave to him. For how long he has been lonely? For how long he has been traveling around, arms to arms, sighing and running after kissing and leaving? Since she left him, his heart would never be healed again.
The dark sky starless was upon his head, and as he sat down in the rock near the cliff he watched the city that lay down his feet. Tiny, little, lights grew up from the ground where L.A. was built. Those lights, yellow, white, red, those shining ground stars re[resent lives and people. all of them at his feet, and no one by his side.
He decided long ago that he wanted this life, he wanted to be and feel free after a heartache brought him down the core of himself. Now, he didn’t know if this was what he wanted of this was only a way to escape the reality he was so afraid of. He was hurt before, and he didn’t want to be hurt again. He gave his life just to be paid with pain and tears. He hided behind the mask of the emotionless as he watched how the girls bent before his eyes, just before he’d leave them to continue his life.
But with her, she was different, she was special, she will hurt him. He realized it as he played with the sand and dirt down his feet. He told her to move away after he realized how much she cared about him. Maybe it was time to leave Eva behind and to pass through another step of his life. Maybe this girl is going to leave him as Eva did. They all do that, they all look for something he is not able to give right now. Was he able to give love right now?
He didn’t know actually. And as the wind blew on his face and moved his light brown hairs, he stood up with unnerving desperation. She made him sick, she made him helpless. He avoided her with fear of her catching him again in her arms. He ran from her because of her hazel eyes looking straight at him as they knew him too well to know his pain. He hided from her because of the way her words conquered him, hypnotizing him, making him a puppet of his own emotions.
He didn’t have time for that, did he? No, he didn’t. he had his career, and Hawaii and music and t-shirts. He was a hobbit, a musician, a friend and a drunker. She was perfect, she was beautiful, she was peaceful and careful, she was passionate, she was full of life and intelligent. She was not a girl for him, he told to himself as he threw a rock to the downhill that led to the city with the letters on the hill. He was such a loser somehow, she didn’t need a party boy, a drunk boy who’d just call her to take care of him or when he needed help. He wasn’t using her, he just needed her in some times when he though he’d not need anyone.
Was he using her?
He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was a way to use her. After all, he needed her, maybe not in the materialistic way, but in the emotional way. That’s why he avoided her. Maybe it was why he avoided her. He needed her so much that it hurt and it made him sure of the pain she’d cause him if she’d leave. Maybe the pain wouldn’t be for him but for her, he remembered the tears and the hopeless eyes of the girls he left behind. Maybe he didn’t want that for her.
He smiled.
He could still listen to her voice singing a silly song when she was bored. He smiled. He remembered the smile she use when he met her, exactly the smile she’d use after they kiss. He smiled, he thought about her dark hair, her slim waist and her way to walk. He frown, she was again in his mind and his thoughts, just when he was trying to kick her out of there.
He closed his eyes as he felt the cool breeze blowing him away. he thought about her arms surrounding him, about her kisses in the neck and he gasped when he imagined her breath in his ear. He shuddered when he heard his name called from her lips to his ears and the memory of his tongue within his tongue made him shiver. The breeze stopped and he opened his eyes.
He was alone again, with the city down his feet, the starless sky upon his head and the stubborn girl who wouldn’t leave his mind in his thoughts.
Loved it!! Yay lookie I'm like the first reply! w00t w00t! :yahoo I feel all special! I'm gonna go read some of your other stuff now :bye:
Edited by Ryvyan for capitalisation.
Aw, gotta say I loved it before you told me the truth. *glares* Funny how it seems a lot more endearing with Dom instead of Farquad. But, then again, you don't give us the whole story here. :yes: Regardless, it is a lovely shortie, I'm glad you got your ideas down in words. It always helps.
Andie!!
It's been so long since the last time I wrote that I think that I forgot the English :P lol
I have to tell you something, I liked this story and I agree with Amber about Farquad lol.
hugs!!
Marisol
This is a great shortie. You get Doms conflict of emotion so well. umm just one little thing.
Was he using her?
But still fantastic.