Moritana

yay so glad this story came back~ and on another note, is'nt J'shon pushing it a bit with him leavin the Weyr while Liliath is close to rising? (read it so long ago I forgot some details, so now I'm nervous...)

A kiss. A fleeting touch to my bare chest, as he slid downward. I found that I couldn't breath... too slow! A few moments later, I couldn't feel the pain as he..... I woke up with a gasp. Looking around me, for a moment, I couldn't place my surroundings. Wasn't I at home a minute ago, with Jon making..... I stopped at that thought. Home. Realization came as quick as a slap to the face. I was home. My home, and Jon will never be here, with me. A second before I broke down and

It was a sunny, sunny day. I watched as the lights shone through the window above me, reveling in the peace and quiet of it all. Only here, I could relax. Only here, I was alone, oblivious to the rumbling of pots, or the sizzling op pans. The sound of metal on metal almost seemed like a lullaby, and I could just lay my head on this nice cool surface here and sleep- or so I thought. "Stan?" the ends of Brian's pony tail suddenly appeared in front of my face, closely followed by his worried fac

Since that first night that I woke up, sweaty and hypervating from a nightmare, I've had four more. They varied in length and clarity, and once even featured a night that never happened, but always ended up the same. Me, looking at my heart on the floor. And Jon, slipping away from me. I knew it was ridiculous. I knew it was pathetic to be so utterly hung up on him. I was only with the man for a few months, how could I possibly have nightmares only because we broke up? For me, none of it ma

From the day Brian invited me over to his place and forward, I noticed a change in his behavior towards me. Before, he took the effort to politely grunt at me in the morning, followed by a tactful yawn in the face. After that, he ignored me good naturedly until dawn, when he kept attempting to generously scam some of mine and Karen's tips. But after our so called "bonding" session in the apartment, everything about his demeanor towards me changed. Instead of the well placed yawn in my face, wh

"lets shag" "Brian, fake English accents do not work on me." This conversation took place after work, the day I got promoted. After we each grabbed a broom, sharing duties due to the lack of a busboy, he somehow managed to corner me between two booths. "so lets fuck!" at which point he pinned me against the wall, with both the brooms in his hand. "Brian," I said again, and looked him in the eyes "you are not gay." Later that night, when we were both done with our chores at the diner, and Alexi

"hot hamburger!" "five fifty!" "chicken salad!" "four fifty five!" at this point Alexis put her hands on the table and gave me the look. "fantail shrimp!" "six forty!" I answered immediately, and a thought came to my mind that I might be expected to salute. "well" she kept her eyes at me. "I think that will be all, Stan." "so?.." I was seated at the edge of my chair, eagerly expecting the verdict. "did I pass??" "hmm..." she looked down and gathered the test papers "those are sad, sad news..." I

Hot hamburger 5.50 . I wiped the table. Chicken salad 4.55 . Looking up, I noticed that the elderly couple from table 4 were leaving. Supper at Flore's was always packed with old people. I let Karen take the tip and moved to clean the table, all the while reciting the menu. Pork chops 5.30 . "Stan." looking up I saw Alexis standing before me, fiddling with a few papers." I have a school application for you". Alexis was Flore's diner owner. Her mother founded the place, and when she retired, Ale

e need to talk" what? why are you looking away from me? "I think those last few months...." were the best months of my life? "were a bit well on the mistake road" mistake? "mostly from my side, I realize that, at least" "Jon!" "I shouldn't have let you get the wrong idea like that, before we got so far..." no! "wai-" "I never meant for you to stay here so long. Stacy's moving in tomorrow. She already sold her place." what?! "but I live here! I've been-" "you are moving out." And that's how my h

Crack. Crackle. Split. There goes my heart.