something that i can't forget [edisth]

[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] pain without love pain i can't get enough pain i like it rough 'cause i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Seventy-three years and I still don't like tea, sweetheart," he chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not. If only everything was made with chocolate, though. Imagine how great the world would be then." But that was silly, wishful thinking. Which was fucking weird. The last time he was happy enough to think of such small desires.. Well, that was a long time ago. A small smile settled on his lips, grey gaze catching the redhead's blue for a brief moment, until she looked away. Was something wrong? Confusion flashed in his eyes when Edisth suddenly pulled away, her head tilted downwards so that she faced the floor instead of him. He took a step closer, about to ask what was bothering her when he saw the mug balancing precariously on the edge of the counter. Luckily she caught it - though it didn't really matter to him, he could always buy another mug. The sudden splash of hot tea on the floor made him instinctively jumped back a step. The angel couldn't die, but, shit, would that have hurt if he stepped in it, yeah? "It's fine, Edisth. It's just tea." Her tone had changed very differently in the past few minutes, and he now noticed that she was shaking, and just as he reached out she stepped around the puddle and left the kitchen. Where the hell was she going? Rayne ignored the spilled tea, following the soft, muffled sound of her footsteps uuntil his closed bedroom door came into view. He could hear her muttering, but couldn't define what she was saying. What was she doing? The realization suddenly struck him; Edisth was leaving. But over spilled tea? No. There had to be something more than that. Something that frightened her. Why can't she just tell me? Well, he didn't try to tell her anything. It made sense that she wouldn't come to him. You're so fucking stupid! This was a bad idea, from the very start. You got attached and now it's only going to hurt worse! Rayne walked back to the living room, a scowl marring his pale features. He had known this wasn't going to work. Why the fuck did he let it go so far? The man snatched the pack of cigarettes that laid on the coffee table, taking a bare minute to hunt for his lighter. He needed a smoke. Grasping the cancerstick between his lips, he lit it effortlessly, automatically, flicked the lighter off and tossed it aside. The cig was pulled from his mouth, held between his index and middle fingers as he blew out the wisps of smoke, feeling the nicotine begin to calm his system. He could have a drunk night tonight. Perhaps get a concussion. Or another game of Russian roulette was in order. Anything to get him back to his life before yesterday. This was hurting worse than he could have possibly thought. EDISTH. 481 WORDS. OUTFIT. MAKEUP TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. LYRICS - PAIN BY THREE DAYS GRACE

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Edisth sighs as she looks at the bed, and then something occurs to her: Where does Rayne keep his gun? She looks nervously to the bedroom door for a split second before casting her eyes around his room. At least there's one thing I can do that won't ruin him.

It takes Edisth a few moments of searching to find it: A revolver, strapped to the underside of his bed frame. She looks at it unhappily for a moment, and then she grabs the gun, flicking the magazine out and taking the single bullet out and slipping it into her bra. She makes sure the safety is on anyway, then slips it into her pack.

Edisth slightly, then slings her pack over her shoulders and takes a deep breath before quietly opening the bedroom door. She walks out, realising that Rayne is smoking in the living room. She walks up to him, swallowing hard and then stammering, "I c-can't... I can't do..." She trails off, gesturing between him and herself, and then to the apartment around them. "This. I can't do this." She says, feeling the heat behind her eyes and knowing she needs to go before she has a panic attack. She doesn't want to leave though, she wants to stay, to walk over to Rayne and kiss his cheek and then nudge herself into the cirls of his arms. She wants many things, but I can't have them, because I'll just hurt him or something will happen and it will all be my fault.

"I think I'll just sleep in my car tonight. I'll find a place. You h-have a good... Have a g-good day." Edisth says, feeling the breath hitch in her chest on a sob and knowing if she doesn't leave right now, she'll have a panic attack and cry, and probably end up staying. "See you later." She says softly, then turns away and runs to the door, practically throwing herself through it as the tears begin to fall.

[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] pain without love pain i can't get enough pain i like it rough 'cause i'd rather feel pain than nothing at all - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He glanced over to find that Edisth was walking out of his bedroom now, fully clothed with her pack slung on her back. He turned to face her, bringing the cigarette back to his lips, taking a long, soothing drag on it, blowing the excess smoke off to the side. His hand was trembling slightly, the other shoved into his pocket where his fingers were digging into his palm, feeling the blood trickle between his nails. It took everything he had to not lose it again, though knew that as soon as that redhead would leave.. It wasn't surprising; he was just a pity case, after all, and this girl had been trying to do something right, and discovered that it was more than she could handle. Didn't matter, it's happened before. Not that it made it hurt any less that Edisth was leaving. Tonight would be one of those nights. Rayne listened to what she had to say, which wasn't much, really, keeping an indifferent expression on his face as he, over and over again, brought the cigarette back to his lips, craving the nicotine's calming effects. He kept quiet, jaw clenching and teeth gritting so that he made sure he wouldn't burst out something that wouldn't change what was happening. His muscles tensed when she told him to have a good day, detecting the stutter in her words with ease. He could feel the drop in his stomach, the feeling he knew would overtake his mind and body within minutes. The depression was coming back, worse than before because pf his new, stupid attachment to Edisth. It was going to be horrible this time, much more terrible than usual, he could tell right away. The angel watched as the redhead walked right out the door, and he kicked the door close behind her, hearing the wood crack as it was slammed back on its hinges. He crushed the cigarette in his hand, feeling the burn, smelling the faint scent of the hot ashes marring his palm. That physical pain wasn't enough. Too little, too late. The smoldering ashes didn't help, didn't ease the hurt. His knees buckled beneath him, and he caught himself with his hands, hissing through his teeth. He gripped the carpet in his fingers just for the sake of holding onto something, desperate for something to anchor him. Rayne could feel the throbbing ache in his chest grow stronger as the seconds ticked by. He couldn't get up, couldn't move to distract himself. The migraine returned, adding on to the pain. His thoughts were jumbled together, incapable of focusing on just one. And then his grey eyes snapped shut, trying to brace himself for what was to come. EDISTH. 450 WORDS. OUTFIT. MAKEUP TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION. LYRICS - PAIN BY THREE DAYS GRACE

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