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[morrobay1990]

Title: Southern Decay
Author: morrobay1990
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Genre:
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack





















It wasn’t so bad.

His life.

It wasn’t so bad.

There were compensations.

He didn’t worry about money.

Or when he would eat next.

Or where he would sleep.

He had a job.

Somewhere to go every day.

Inside.

Weather wasn’t an issue.

Losing a sale didn’t hurt like getting thrown to the ground by a one-ton bull. Winning a sale didn’t feel as good as hearing the eight-second bell while still astride, though.

But it wasn’t so bad.

Sure, there was that ache.

The one that never really left him.

It subsided when he was distracted enough by work.

Or if he was forced to talk to someone, a potential client, Lureen, Bobby.

It subsided.

It never left.

It was always there.

He tried to ignore it.

It was always, always there.

In the nineteen hours twenty eight minutes every day, give or take, that he was aware of the ache, he had no choice but to give in.

Giving in was glorious. It was the remembrance of all they had been together. All they were to each other. All they were.

Giving in was crushing. It was the remembrance of all they had been together. All they were to each other. All they were.

Alone.

Comments

[gwylliondream.livejournal.com]

Ahhh.... so during the nineteen hours and twenty-eight minutes per day that he was alone, he got to reflect on Ennis, the glorious and the crushing.

Imagine what a wreck he'd be without those hours.... if he had Lureen breathing down his neck all day. Or if he had more children than the one... Hmmm...

[morrobay1990.livejournal.com]

yeah

robots

[joetheone.livejournal.com]

Yep we turn into these robots to hide our true feelings and emotions we shove them back to the back of our brain but they are always present and we feel them. The eyes usually give them away though and if you take the time to look you will see the desperation in some and the hope in others. Joe

[mazaher.livejournal.com]

If one hasn't tried, it seems impossible that a whole life may be rearranged and rebuilt around a sorrow. But it happens, and this is exactly how it feels.

[sid401k.livejournal.com]

Oh, sad. Sad, sad, sad. Poor Jack.

[skinheadbrian.livejournal.com]

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wow. this hit me like a punch in the stomach.

thanks for that! :-)

we will be visiting ennis again soon, though, right?


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[skinheadbrian.livejournal.com]

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btw, i think i know that house...

if i'm not mistaken, it's in russia. awesome place.


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