| Subject: $You'll Only Get Stuck To Me$ |
Author:
Alicia Baslazari
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Date Posted: 01:07:34 07/04/05 Mon
In reply to:
Zeth
's message, ".:. I can glue it.:." on 00:18:45 07/04/05 Mon
$ I'm Standing on a bridge
I'm waitin in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now$
At the touch of him, in a less then friendly manner, Alicia wished to fight against his guidance, but her body ached and so with a grumble she settled on the bed staring at him with a rather annoyed and hurt look. Oh she was good at those looks wasn't she? His words hurt, they bite at her inside like a thousand tiny pieces of glass. Shoulders slumping even more then before, optics that were cursed to remain two different colors thanks to Brillian, turned a near icy coloring at his words once more. “I’m pretty sure Max would just love to hear she’s just some other broad.” Oh, yup she knew who one of the other women was. Funny how knowing this hurt, but not nearly as much as not knowing. Straightening slightly she spoke once more. She was not about to give up this man without a fight. “It’s never been that you couldn’t change Zeth, it was cause you didn’t want to. Sure you’ll never be cured of sorts, but you can curb the desires…I know you can.” Shooting her own pleading look towards the male, lips pressed firm to keep tears from falling. Hands clenched at her sides as she glared at him from where she stood right in front of the bed.
“You can’t love me?” Scowl given at this male’s words, was he growing dumber by the minute? “If you can not love me Zeth, you have become more a coward then I thought. Hide in your other women if you wish, but I see the look you give me. It is not like the others, save perhaps one…but I am the one that gave you a child (even if mean ol’ bri stole her), I am the one that stayed by you even through the hell you put me through, I tried to help raise a son that was not my own. I fought with damn pixies for Pete’s sake!” (No offense Ivy, love you dearly now) Her voice raised once more, each word adding another notch to the volume. Pale cheeks were flushed with the emotions she felt, tear stains still present, though thanks to her growing anger, she was able to forget remorse and rest solely in the emotions now present. “I’ll die before you put a curse on me Zeth, I swear it. How can I forget a man such as yourself, spell or not I’d still see you around town. And no spell can stop the feeling of love…none.” Words spoken in a near whisper as she fell to the bed once more, hand supporting round dial a soft sigh issued. “Do you hate me so much you would rather be done with me then face me after a night of meaningless fun as you so put it?” These final words stated as she gazed at the man she loved, the man she’d die for, and the man that was slowly killing her with the lies to himself and her.
$ Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home$
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