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What stories are left to tell? There's a great space between you now--him in his hell or his peace, you in yours. You can recall the feel of him against you, the smell of him, what he looked like when he was sleeping--just small bundles of memory, other things forgotten or locked away. All you have left is the way you remember.
He lifts your chin with a ragged fingertip, bends down and kisses the tears away from your eyes. He pulls you in, wraps you in his big, musty arms and begins to rock you. You cry and he holds you tight, tight. He hums a song of your father.
He lifts your chin with a ragged fingertip, bends down and kisses the tears away from your eyes. He pulls you in, wraps you in his big, musty arms and begins to rock you. You cry and he holds you tight, tight. He hums a song of your father.
Category All / General Furry Art
Species Housecat
Size 1013 x 700px
File Size 95.7 kB
those who are gone...
we always like to remember when they smiled at us... when they held us, even if they hurt us, with their next or last action... they are always there, waiting for us, in the backs of our own minds... the emotion, of how they touched our life's holds us to them, it is us... who can't move on, even though they are gone.
we always like to remember when they smiled at us... when they held us, even if they hurt us, with their next or last action... they are always there, waiting for us, in the backs of our own minds... the emotion, of how they touched our life's holds us to them, it is us... who can't move on, even though they are gone.
God damn, dude. I don't even know *how* this makes me feel. The possessiveness, the entitlement- the cold self interest.. I want to hate him- to feel nothing at all in response to his fumbling, groping self-destruction. I hate him for cutting so deeply into the other one's subconscious. I hate him for leaving such a clean, warming impression on someone who needed something clean and warming. I hate him so much for seeming so familiar to me.
I’ve seen eyes like his. Eyes that glisten with a need for humanity as they size you up- appraise you for your potential resale value. Perhaps the former is just an illusion; perhaps its his best, predatory technique. Or, it could just be the final vestige of his dwindling humanity, but to someone who feels unwanted and useless- they look like beacons in the endless black of a frozen night.
I could go on for hours. I hate him. The more I think about him, the more I hate everything that he is. I think it’s because I know how easy it would be for him to drag me under- to turn me into one of his things. Maybe there’s a soul in there. But it’s connection to this world has long ago been washed away.
I’ll tell you what, though, this series is gonna haunt me every time I think about tossing a couple back to numb a stitch or to make the world a better place for a night. I’ll think of it every time I’m tempted to settle into the embrace of someone whose love for me ends at the base of his shaft.
I’ve seen eyes like his. Eyes that glisten with a need for humanity as they size you up- appraise you for your potential resale value. Perhaps the former is just an illusion; perhaps its his best, predatory technique. Or, it could just be the final vestige of his dwindling humanity, but to someone who feels unwanted and useless- they look like beacons in the endless black of a frozen night.
I could go on for hours. I hate him. The more I think about him, the more I hate everything that he is. I think it’s because I know how easy it would be for him to drag me under- to turn me into one of his things. Maybe there’s a soul in there. But it’s connection to this world has long ago been washed away.
I’ll tell you what, though, this series is gonna haunt me every time I think about tossing a couple back to numb a stitch or to make the world a better place for a night. I’ll think of it every time I’m tempted to settle into the embrace of someone whose love for me ends at the base of his shaft.
Wow. Thank you for the wonderful analysis and insight! I didn't want Lou to seem one-dimensional--I started out with the idea of making him a soulless sexual predator, totally unsympathetic, but I couldn't do that to him. In some ways, I think adding that twinge of a heart made it so much worse. It makes you want to hang on longer in the hope that things will get better, that you could change him...It's like digging an endless pit because, just for a second, you saw just a small flash of gold...
Big Hugs,
KC
Big Hugs,
KC
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