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user: arainesque
love deconstructed
“George’s breath was stuck in his throat. He felt it coming, everything was leading up to this moment, and he’d been prepared, yet here it was. His breath stuck in his throat and his heart pounding hard enough for Matty to feel it against the side of his ribs. Could probably hear it in the silence of the room.”
In the search for it, inside of you
“George-“ Matty said, reaching a hand out to cradle his jaw. Running his thumb over his cheekbone, feeling his elevated pulse against his index finger. “There’s nothing I want more in life than to touch you.”
George’s Adams apple visibly moved as he swallowed.
“Then touch me.”
read my mind, do what i can't say
“Why won’t you talk to me?” Matty questioned, continuing his endless pushing to get George’s attention. To get a reaction from him, any at all.
His thoughts were painfully loud to Matty, even when George tried to keep him out. Loud but unintelligible, like being in another room when people were fighting on the other side of the wall."
you took my misery and like a sadist, i let you
"So he’d taken his own melancholia and given it to George, and unlike the gift of life, this one had been wrapped haphazardly. A big sticker on it that was impossible to miss, bolded capital letters that spelled out: DO NOT OPEN. Underlined."
I need you, even when you're here
“You love ice cream.”
“No, I love you.” George drawled and Matty could practically see the pout on his face. Could see it in his head in vivid colours, actually. Could see the heavy eyelids and glossy sheen of his bottom lip.
I told you I'm fine, and you're insane
"He pressed a hand to his own chest, hoping to find stillness beneath his ribs but ended up pressing painfully against his bruised heart instead, pounding pathetically beneath his palm. Like it was on its last sprint. Tired and overworked. He felt sick."
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user: pre-arainesque
uncertainty, not afforded
"Matty was part of George enough to know he probably wasn’t going to. But there’s certain situations where uncertainty is so far out of the question it’s unthinkable. And George’s brain doesn’t operate like a binary system, as much as Matty knows he’d like it to. Yes or No. True or False. Times where Matty could understand George’s desperate need for definite answers. So he had to go."
first impressions in the past tense
"And suddenly it felt like they were back in Matty’s old bedroom. When one thing had led to another and suddenly Matty’s eyes were softening, his hand tentative against George’s cheek. Matty’s breath had been hot against his face and then he was kissing George. Just like that. Simple, really."
deep in the shallow
"George smiled gently and Matty no longer cared to find out if they were more than the particles that they were made up of. Didn’t care about the purpose of the consciousness, the ability to witness and reflect. Didn’t care that he’d take his own consciousness to the grave with him, that he’d never get to slice George’s brain open and see the world from his perspective."
what was strong
"When George was sad he was really sad. Sad in the way where everybody in the room could feel it. Infectious in the worst possible way. It seeped through Matty’s skin and mingled with the molecules in the air to create a thick viscous fog. Not the comforting kind. At least that’s what it felt like to Matty. It was like turning off the sun."
yellow petals in blonde hair
"S’ kind of hot," Matty swallowed as he watched George’s hand completely engulfing his own waist. He let his palm slide over George’s ear to once again let it rest against his jaw. Tugging him forward by the back of his head. "You, in the kitchen."
yet, there was George
"All in all, George is an enigma and Matty is pondering and reminiscing."
the one who loves and the one who knows
"The tears pooled in the dip between his clavicles. Glistening over his ”broken” tattoos. Isn’t that ironic. It’s out of body and it’s palpable in every cell. And George was hurting."
longing for serenity
"Because when it’s good it’s good and when it’s bad they burn and burn and burn until the fuel cools and the pressure drops and all of the stars in the universe collapse into supernovas."
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growing up, and together
in trust, i let you feel
