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hey everyone. new member here, name's Fla. i know a few people who are members here, and i've been lurking around for a bit, watching the fics being posted, but never really been up to posting anything here. don't think i'm that good. but oh well. here's my offering! lol
Title: Space
Pairing: Billy/Dom, implied het
Rating: G
Summary: Billy asked for space.
Disclaimer: The cow really did jump over the moon! Really, I saw it! And the pig was flying right next to him, I swear.
AN: This is what pops out when you listen to "Shadow" over, and over, and over again. Damn his voice, man. Damn it and praise it all the same!
“You said you needed space.”
“When’d I say that?”
“Right after I visited you the last time. You told me you needed space, and that you didn’t think it would be wise for us to continue…you know.”
“Ah.” Billy looked down into his cup of coffee, wishing the black liquid would swallow him up and drown him right there on the spot.
“I loved you.”
“I know.”
“It’s too late now to go back.”
“I know.”
“If you just give me the word, I’d leave her, though. She’s nothing compared to you.”
“You may be able to leave, but I can’t. I love her, and we’re getting married next month. I just…I want to, but I can’t.”
“I understand.” Silence hovered over the two men sitting at the coffee lounge, both concentrating on separate cups of liquid in their hands.
“I want you to come. To the wedding, I mean.” Billy looked up, only to meet Dominic’s gaze. Both looked away quickly, scared to stare into each other’s eyes for too long. Scared to feel those emotions from long ago, both trying to forget.
“I don’t think I can. Understand that. I wish you well, though. You seem happy.”
“I am.” Silence once again.
Dom looked back up at Billy, biting his bottom lip. He glanced back down at his own cup of coffee, lightened to a beige from all the milk poured in.
“I see you everywhere. I think I see you, at least. I have to stop and look again to make sure. It never ends up being you, though. Just a ghost. A ghost of what we had, I suspect. Never you, never what I want. Or need. What I crave. I‘m an addict; you‘re my addiction.”
Billy glanced back up at Dom, seeing the tears that started to form in the other man’s eyes. This was the first time he had seen him cry, the sight wrenching his gut. Dom stood, pulling his coat off the back of the chair and slipping it onto his shoulders. He threw a few dollars onto the table before wiping his eyes, chuckling a bit.
“Space. You said you needed space. Good luck with that wedding, mate. You two are made for each other. I‘m sure you two’ll have a nice life together. Many kids. Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? Tradition. It’s what you crave. You need to be like everybody else. Have a nice wife, 2.5 children, a house with a white picket fence around it, and a dog in the yard tied to his doghouse. I’m that dog, Billy. You’ve made me that dog. Weak and powerless, depending on you to make a move before I can decide what to do, just to please you. Space. Well, Bills. The dog’s giving you space.”
Billy watched Dom’s figure walk out of the small coffee shop. Watched him stand on the side of the road, trying to get a taxi. Watched until the taxi became a small yellow dot in the distance, until he couldn’t see anything but a spec of what he could have had.
Space. That’s what he said he needed, and that’s what he got.
Billy looked down into his cup of coffee, watching as his own single tear broke the surface and drowned in the black liquid. Wishing the black liquid would swallow him up and drown him, too.
Title: Space
Pairing: Billy/Dom, implied het
Rating: G
Summary: Billy asked for space.
Disclaimer: The cow really did jump over the moon! Really, I saw it! And the pig was flying right next to him, I swear.
AN: This is what pops out when you listen to "Shadow" over, and over, and over again. Damn his voice, man. Damn it and praise it all the same!
“You said you needed space.”
“When’d I say that?”
“Right after I visited you the last time. You told me you needed space, and that you didn’t think it would be wise for us to continue…you know.”
“Ah.” Billy looked down into his cup of coffee, wishing the black liquid would swallow him up and drown him right there on the spot.
“I loved you.”
“I know.”
“It’s too late now to go back.”
“I know.”
“If you just give me the word, I’d leave her, though. She’s nothing compared to you.”
“You may be able to leave, but I can’t. I love her, and we’re getting married next month. I just…I want to, but I can’t.”
“I understand.” Silence hovered over the two men sitting at the coffee lounge, both concentrating on separate cups of liquid in their hands.
“I want you to come. To the wedding, I mean.” Billy looked up, only to meet Dominic’s gaze. Both looked away quickly, scared to stare into each other’s eyes for too long. Scared to feel those emotions from long ago, both trying to forget.
“I don’t think I can. Understand that. I wish you well, though. You seem happy.”
“I am.” Silence once again.
Dom looked back up at Billy, biting his bottom lip. He glanced back down at his own cup of coffee, lightened to a beige from all the milk poured in.
“I see you everywhere. I think I see you, at least. I have to stop and look again to make sure. It never ends up being you, though. Just a ghost. A ghost of what we had, I suspect. Never you, never what I want. Or need. What I crave. I‘m an addict; you‘re my addiction.”
Billy glanced back up at Dom, seeing the tears that started to form in the other man’s eyes. This was the first time he had seen him cry, the sight wrenching his gut. Dom stood, pulling his coat off the back of the chair and slipping it onto his shoulders. He threw a few dollars onto the table before wiping his eyes, chuckling a bit.
“Space. You said you needed space. Good luck with that wedding, mate. You two are made for each other. I‘m sure you two’ll have a nice life together. Many kids. Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? Tradition. It’s what you crave. You need to be like everybody else. Have a nice wife, 2.5 children, a house with a white picket fence around it, and a dog in the yard tied to his doghouse. I’m that dog, Billy. You’ve made me that dog. Weak and powerless, depending on you to make a move before I can decide what to do, just to please you. Space. Well, Bills. The dog’s giving you space.”
Billy watched Dom’s figure walk out of the small coffee shop. Watched him stand on the side of the road, trying to get a taxi. Watched until the taxi became a small yellow dot in the distance, until he couldn’t see anything but a spec of what he could have had.
Space. That’s what he said he needed, and that’s what he got.
Billy looked down into his cup of coffee, watching as his own single tear broke the surface and drowned in the black liquid. Wishing the black liquid would swallow him up and drown him, too.
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