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Honest Eyes + Hungry Lies - 02/03Spencer was the one who came home after The Lunch. (They capitalized it after the fact, after they had realized the full important of the conversation that had taken place over the burger and fries.)Honest Eyes + Hungry Lies - 02/03 by immortalliac
Brendon was sitting on the couch, idling flipping through channels, when the front door opened. “How did it go?” he asked, looking up from the TV to find Spencer standing in the doorway. “Where’s Ryan?”
It wasn’t that he was surprised to see Spencer—after all, Brendon had given him the spare key himself—but he was surprised to not see Ryan come home. Even if Brendon was technically the sole renter of the apartment, Ryan had long since moved in and, cluttering the place with his belongings, made it his home too.
“Not here,” Spencer answered in a cross voice.
“Well, yes. Thank you, Captain Obvious,” replied Brendon, just as testy. “But why isn’t he here?”
Spencer narrowed his eyes, like he was about to
Memories, Where'd You Go?I'll miss it. Of course I will. I'll miss it all. I'll miss the way he smiles at me and only me. A special smile reserved for "special people". I'll miss the sparkle in his eye when he tells me he loves me. I'll miss the breathtaking grin that comes when I tell him that I love him. I'll miss the way he'd creep up behind me and wrap me into his arms. I'll miss how safe I felt. How comforted. I'll miss how his skin felt against mine. When our fingers were entwined, when he brushed his lips against my cheek, when we'd lay together in the mornings, just listening to each-others breathing. I'll miss the way he couldn't stand seeing me upset, and how he'd do everything he could to change that. I'll miss the way he protected me. From anything. I'll miss how he'd make me breakfast if I was ill. And how he'd pamper me, make me feel good. I'll miss his jokes, the ones that don't make sense more than anything. I'll miss the soft velvet slide that was his voice. How it sounded when he cMemories, Where'd You Go? by NitroglycerinLaced
Stay.I step into the dark living room as he softly puts his suitcase on the floor. His suitcase. He picks up the mirrored frame from the table and looks at the picture it holds. A sigh escapes his mouth before he carefully puts the frame back, his fingers slowly dragging along the edge. He lifts the case off of the carpeted floor, and pauses for a second before taking a step towards the door. And then another. And another. And then he stops. The case drops from his shaking hands onto the floor, causing a muted thud. He slowly, slowly sits on the ground and lets his head fall into his hands. A shaky sob comes from his hunched form. I step further into the room, can feel the heaviness of the atmosphere pushing down on me. Maybe it's trying to push me away, telling me to leave, before more pain is inflicted upon the shaking man on the far side of the room. And then suddenly, I feel a new force in the room, one that's drawing me towards him. I move across the space, swiftlStay. by NitroglycerinLaced
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