Fear

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Title: Fear
Author: The Phantom Writer silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: Ich liebe "feedback." Je t'aime, "feedback!" Hm. Amor? Meh. I don't know enough languages. Anyway, I truly love feedback.
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: This story... I don't really remember where I got the idea. I think I just sat down and wrote it, nothing really in my mind.

This one is definitely angst.



I’m leaving. Running away from it all. Literally.

I suddenly curse Pete and Fran for casting me… It’s because of them that I wonder if there is even a place on this earth where no one would know me; where I wouldn’t be recognized.

Hitching the light-weight pack higher on my back, I turn and stare. The moonbeams illuminate the building in front of me. The building that holds the only man I could ever love. And I’m running away. Away from the hope that he feels the same way, away from the rejection I know would soon follow if I were to confess, away from the awkward glances, the curses of discontent and the want for a normal life.

I’m leaving it all behind. The hope, the discontent, the want and my future. Because I’m scared. And fear is the one thing I’ve never learned to cope with. I can stand lust, remorse, guilt, and anything else that life throws my way… but not fear. Never fear.

And the fear is overwhelming me. Fear of what he might say if he knew, fear that my agent hasn’t contacted me in months, fear that all of my friendships are going to disappear… Fear that it will all be lost.

This is why I’m going to leave; run away. My first stop is the airport. Then, I’ll fly to some place where no one would know me and where no one would expect me to go. India, maybe? Africa? Sweden? Hell, I could go to Argentina and hide with all the damned Nazis.

“Dom?”

My breath catches in my throat and I turn, my eyes wide. Fuck. I thought that he was inside. Of course, I didn’t check to make sure. You’re so fucking stupid, Dominic! I guess he just got back from Margaret’s. Yup, there she is, waving as she drives away after dropping him off.

“Dom?” Billy repeats, his eyes wide as he silently observes my backpack, my multiple layers and the haunted look in my eyes.

Fuck. I can’t do it now. This changes everything. There’s only one thing to do.

“Dominic?!?” Billy’s voice is frantic as my knees buckle and I fall to the ground, my body trembling with the tears that I can’t keep hidden any longer… the tears that were my number one fear.

Comments

[saltylarrykiss.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwww...I love Dom!POV. You rarely hear it in this sort of tone. Where Dominic is the one that's scared.

"I can stand lust, remorse, guilt, and anything else that life throws my way… but not fear. Never fear."

Fear is the one thing that stands out in slash, but you just wrote a whole freaking story about it. I LOVE stories like this, POV, one topic, end done. It's lovely. Thank you. Write more!! ^_^

[barbed-whispers.livejournal.com]

“Dominic?!?” Billy’s voice is frantic as my knees buckle and I fall to the ground, my body trembling with the tears that I can’t keep hidden any longer… the tears that were my number one fear.

i can see that image perfectly. it's stark and surreal and it's not going to leave my brain for a while. (oh look, the plot bunnies are hungry and now they will spend the night nibbling on this new piece of angst...) as usual, you did an amazing job. :D

[kolywoble.livejournal.com]

I really don't know what to say ... still a bit numb ... hang on ... feelings finally coming through ... sadness ... hopefulness ... tears.
I really gotta turn this song off "Nights In White Satin" shouldn't listen to it while reading angst ... too much.

[levonne.livejournal.com]

This was sad, but in a good way :) I love it!!