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« Thread Started on May 24, 2009, 12:09pm » | |
(I will do a Camp Lazlo fic for once.  No OC's. Just plain angsty fun. Muhahaha!
Black Cover
Rated: Teen - slightly dark; sad (romance)
Summary: You're not a gentlemen. You never where and you absolutely didn't know how you fell in love with her. You just did. Edwardx?.
Genre: Romance/Angst
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You can see all the colors of the rainbow, Edward.
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She was so red.
Red meant faith and love and communication and hearts twisted together in a tangled mess. You didn't know how she caught your heart but God, she did and your heart rate suddenly increased and accelerated and your heart was in your head and you didn't know how to think.
Your breaths were caught in your throat and you ended up just staring at the suddenly visible pumping red heart in her chest. Her heart was beautiful under all that fur. Her heart was perfect, pumping, lively, vivid and happy.
You'd never be as happy as her.
And you didn't know how but you fell in love with her.
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You weren't supposed to fall in love with her.
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She was yellow.
The next time you saw her, she was twisted yellow. Sunshine and love and attraction painted on her face and her eyes and her heart. Her color was against evil and against death and you knew that she'd never look at you, Edward. You were evil and you were death and she was completely against you.
But God, the memory of the twirling night was still imprinted in your head. You saw her, an amber of fire in the night, part of the twilight and you wanted to touch her hair. You wanted to touch her face. To feel your rough, clumpy fur against her soft, smooth one.
Death was hanging around you.
You sulked and ran your fingers through crackers and ate and watched but you didn't do anything to let the smell of Death get away from you. Because really, it was pointless. Death always clung to you, Edward. It loved you.
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You weren't supposed to care about the amberness of her body in that black night.
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She was blue.
She was part of the Earth and the ocean and she taught you everything you needed to know about everything and anything. You haven't seen blue in a while. You avoided blue so you watched her, like the waves crashing, like the sultry sky and you really wanted to touch her hair and her fur and feel the fur because you were burning hot from the sunshine and she seemed like water.
She flowed like water.
And you was sure that nothing can be that beautiful.
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You weren't beautiful enough. You weren't beautiful at all.
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She was green.
She was the cover that twirled around the brown soil, clumpy brown soil that she hid and covered and made beautiful. Can she make you beautiful, Edward? Can the cover be enough to cover you and make you beautiful?
You didn't know.
You doubted it.
You knew that nothing can make Death look or sound beautiful. So the hardened mass in your eyes increased as you slept on your bedside, feeling as if your bed was your casket.
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You were in a casket that you didn't want to leave.
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She was purple.
She was jovial and smart and she healed everything with a touch. And she looked like the purple scars that scratched your heart and soul and you wondered if she can take them away, add those scars to her purpleness and turn them into joy instead of ugly scars.
You just watched.
As the scars throbbed, pulsing pain, the purpleness punched in your scars, making it more and more painful.
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Those scars never left your soul.
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She was orange.
She was desire. You wanted her and she didn't know you even existed, Edward. She couldn't see past the hardened mass of darkness in your eyes. She couldn't see past the casket you slept in for years and years.
She couldn't see past your blackened soul.
She couldn't see your shattered heart.
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She was white.
She was perfectly white and pure and beautiful and she shared her purity with everyone else. She was innocent and cute and sweet and you weren't anything like that.
You were shameful and scornful and spiteful.
She had everything.
You had nothing.
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She didn't know that she should share her purity with you.
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She was Patsy Smiles.
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And she stole your colors.
You were left with nothing but black that hid the broken pieces of your heart all together. You were left with nothing but a stab of knife to your heart.
And you didn't know what colors were anymore.
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Never walk away from a fight that's worth fighting. Never hesitate if you know you're gonna act. Never waste your words on a fool who won't listen. Never sell your soul 'cause you'll never buy it. |
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