Writers: Good Days
Jun. 24th, 2010 06:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticEverybody needs someone to hold
And cause nobody told them it would be this way
If for a moment we could taste the glory
And forget our worries
This was turning out to be the happiest day he experienced in a long time. He didn’t dare close his eyes for fear that while he slept it would all slip away. So he stayed awake, listening to the steady breathing of his companion. He felt the man shift closer and he smiled, pressing kisses to the man’s forehead.
They had what were called “good days” and “bad days”. Most of the time Peter couldn’t tell which one they would experience until it was too late. The bad days nearly broke his heart. He often found Topher huddled in a corner with all his drawings strewn over the floor. On the bad days Peter couldn’t reach Topher no matter how hard he tried. Topher was trapped in the horrors of his past and he would curl up in the bathtub at night slowly breaking apart.
But then there were the good days, and this happened to be a very good day. Topher smiled and held Peter’s hand. It was almost like Peter had the old Topher back. He tried to remind himself that it might not last but he was too happy to care. He watched Topher sleep, pleased to see the man looking so peaceful for a change.
Peter rolled over on his back to stare at the ceiling. Topher followed him, nestling his head in the crook of Peter’s neck. It reminded the empath of what Topher referred to as “the Before”. Before the scar, before Topher shattered, before the world went to Hell…
“Still here,” Topher murmured. Peter tilted his head down to see the other man looking at him.
“Yes, I’m still here,” Peter confirmed. “You should go back to sleep now.”
“You left when I slept,” Topher accused him.
“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered. His fingers gently combed through Topher’s hair. Their foreheads nudged together and Topher closed those last few inches by pressing his mouth up against Peter’s.
It felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. Peter slid his fingers deeper into Topher’s hair to keep the man close. He kissed back gently, wanting to savor every second. It continued for some time before Topher’s mouth released his. Peter expelled a long sigh. Topher snuggled back to a comfortable position and Peter put his arm around the man to keep him close.
Peter knew how important it was to Topher that one of them remembered these moments. So Peter kept them all safely in his mind so what they were was not completely lost.
And cause nobody told them it would be this way
If for a moment we could taste the glory
And forget our worries
This was turning out to be the happiest day he experienced in a long time. He didn’t dare close his eyes for fear that while he slept it would all slip away. So he stayed awake, listening to the steady breathing of his companion. He felt the man shift closer and he smiled, pressing kisses to the man’s forehead.
They had what were called “good days” and “bad days”. Most of the time Peter couldn’t tell which one they would experience until it was too late. The bad days nearly broke his heart. He often found Topher huddled in a corner with all his drawings strewn over the floor. On the bad days Peter couldn’t reach Topher no matter how hard he tried. Topher was trapped in the horrors of his past and he would curl up in the bathtub at night slowly breaking apart.
But then there were the good days, and this happened to be a very good day. Topher smiled and held Peter’s hand. It was almost like Peter had the old Topher back. He tried to remind himself that it might not last but he was too happy to care. He watched Topher sleep, pleased to see the man looking so peaceful for a change.
Peter rolled over on his back to stare at the ceiling. Topher followed him, nestling his head in the crook of Peter’s neck. It reminded the empath of what Topher referred to as “the Before”. Before the scar, before Topher shattered, before the world went to Hell…
“Still here,” Topher murmured. Peter tilted his head down to see the other man looking at him.
“Yes, I’m still here,” Peter confirmed. “You should go back to sleep now.”
“You left when I slept,” Topher accused him.
“I’m sorry,” Peter whispered. His fingers gently combed through Topher’s hair. Their foreheads nudged together and Topher closed those last few inches by pressing his mouth up against Peter’s.
It felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. Peter slid his fingers deeper into Topher’s hair to keep the man close. He kissed back gently, wanting to savor every second. It continued for some time before Topher’s mouth released his. Peter expelled a long sigh. Topher snuggled back to a comfortable position and Peter put his arm around the man to keep him close.
Peter knew how important it was to Topher that one of them remembered these moments. So Peter kept them all safely in his mind so what they were was not completely lost.