“Love is love, Lennon…there is no right way to do it…”
Hesitating, he gently brushes his hands back through Lennons hair and kisses the top of his head, “I’m sorry,” for not being enough for what you needed.
The process shouldn’t hurt. He doesn’t think. But he stares ahead of himself without seeing what’s really there; he’s picking through the others mind, trying not to pay attention to things that don’t concern him.
Seeking out memories that just contained him are harder than he wants to admit. Maybe he doesn’t want to see them the way Lennon remembers them. It feels like gathering files on a computer and dragging them from one place to another. Rewriting what needs to be re-written and just tucking the special things that can’t be reWritten into a different box.
On the way he grabs those with Baein and slips them away in the same fashion into their own safe place for now.
And it’s funny how it feels like watching a film reel; fast forward, rewind, stop, cut…
In a sense, Lennon is lucky because he’s not having to watch them anymore. Not even a last time.
Baein will be his friend still but the waters won’t be muddy anymore.
The relationship proposal will disappear.
The sex between he and Hunter gets put in the box. The moment the said ‘I love you’ joins all of that as well.
There’s a whimper somewhere and he isn’t sure if it’s Lennon, himself or both.
The way Lennon will see him from now on won’t carry the intensity it had before. He’ll still be important but no where near what he had been once upon a time.
No, the whimpering is coming from him. He’s sure of it.
Please don’t forget that you were more important than you thought you were.
The original plan was to erase it all. Make it as if it had never existed. But he can’t do that. He can’t. So it all gets put into the same fucking box and locked away in Lennons mind. He won’t know it’s there and only Hunter will know how to open it. Not that he will but he would be able to.
Again his hand brushes through Lennons hair and he kisses the top of his head, turning away before Lennon can see the tears that were inevitable. He just hadn’t expected them to be blood. He leaves the contract and just calls over his shoulder, “When Lavy wakes up come over so she can sign the contract okay? Get some sleep.”
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Hesitating, he gently brushes his hands back through Lennons hair and kisses the top of his head, “I’m sorry,” for not being enough for what you needed.
The process shouldn’t hurt. He doesn’t think. But he stares ahead of himself without seeing what’s really there; he’s picking through the others mind, trying not to pay attention to things that don’t concern him.
Seeking out memories that just contained him are harder than he wants to admit. Maybe he doesn’t want to see them the way Lennon remembers them. It feels like gathering files on a computer and dragging them from one place to another. Rewriting what needs to be re-written and just tucking the special things that can’t be reWritten into a different box.
On the way he grabs those with Baein and slips them away in the same fashion into their own safe place for now.
And it’s funny how it feels like watching a film reel; fast forward, rewind, stop, cut…
In a sense, Lennon is lucky because he’s not having to watch them anymore. Not even a last time.
Baein will be his friend still but the waters won’t be muddy anymore.
The relationship proposal will disappear.
The sex between he and Hunter gets put in the box. The moment the said ‘I love you’ joins all of that as well.
There’s a whimper somewhere and he isn’t sure if it’s Lennon, himself or both.
The way Lennon will see him from now on won’t carry the intensity it had before. He’ll still be important but no where near what he had been once upon a time.
No, the whimpering is coming from him. He’s sure of it.
Please don’t forget that you were more important than you thought you were.
The original plan was to erase it all. Make it as if it had never existed. But he can’t do that. He can’t. So it all gets put into the same fucking box and locked away in Lennons mind. He won’t know it’s there and only Hunter will know how to open it. Not that he will but he would be able to.
Again his hand brushes through Lennons hair and he kisses the top of his head, turning away before Lennon can see the tears that were inevitable. He just hadn’t expected them to be blood. He leaves the contract and just calls over his shoulder, “When Lavy wakes up come over so she can sign the contract okay? Get some sleep.”