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fandomtownies2005-12-27 12:23 pm
gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2005-12-27 12:23 pm
In the park, Tusday morning
There is a man on crutches wandering the town. He's hunched over his crutches, moving with his head down as if he's looking at the ground to avoid hitting any rocks or dips in the landscape.
He walks the streets, afraid to stop moving, because if he stops moving he'll remember it all again. As long as he's moving, he's concentrating on his steps, counting each one because counting has always been an effective distraction technique for him.
Maybe he's over reacting. Maybe he shouldn't care. But he does, and he doesn't know how to process all the thoughs and feelings swirling inside him. Because sometimes, love isn't enough. Sometimes, love is too much. Sometimes loving the one you love is the fastest way to destroy everything that ever meant anything.
He found himself in the park, his legs screaming form the chill. He should go home. He knew he should go back to the warmth and the mess of the apartment, but he...couldn't. So he dropped onto a bench, crutches clattering to the ground, hands over his face.
[OOC: Mun must go AFK for a bit, Anyone in the park is welcome to notice/tag House. He's in a very dark place, though, so be warned he will not be nice. Slowtime till later this afternoon] Am back
He walks the streets, afraid to stop moving, because if he stops moving he'll remember it all again. As long as he's moving, he's concentrating on his steps, counting each one because counting has always been an effective distraction technique for him.
Maybe he's over reacting. Maybe he shouldn't care. But he does, and he doesn't know how to process all the thoughs and feelings swirling inside him. Because sometimes, love isn't enough. Sometimes, love is too much. Sometimes loving the one you love is the fastest way to destroy everything that ever meant anything.
He found himself in the park, his legs screaming form the chill. He should go home. He knew he should go back to the warmth and the mess of the apartment, but he...couldn't. So he dropped onto a bench, crutches clattering to the ground, hands over his face.