Post by Marc on Feb 21, 2006 21:03:04 GMT -5
I'm so tired of being here.
It was heartbreaking enough not to have her in his arms. Not having her beside him, not hearing her warm voice, and not hearing the laugh of his one true love. Her shining face wasn't beside him, and her arm wasn't interlocked with his, and their hands weren't linked or touching. There was no presence beside him, there was virtually nothing there. He wasn't touched, or surrounded, by anything. There were no crowds to mob him, and there was no one around to touch him. That was what he wanted, didn't he?
Suppressed by all my childish fears
Marc Toshino was running for his life, as if the devil was behind him, taunting to steal him into the deep abyss. His sneakers were slamming upon the dirt before the beach, his breath deep and gasping, but he didn't care. There was nothing that was going to stop him now, not even if he became fatigued. There was just too much in his head right now, there was too much that would hurt him right now if he stopped to think about it.
and if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
His head was down, his sapphire eyes watching his feet as they jumped from the small cliff that was dirt, onto the soft sand of the beach just four feet lower. His blonde hair was waving in his face, the sweat clinging to his neck and his brow as he sprinted across the sand. Depression, anger, and heartache were filling him up, filling up his very being, as he ran, and it was like a private energy source that would keep him going. He felt like he was going to run on forever. And he would have, if his feet hadn't hit something in the sand, and he tripped, falling into the sand weakly. His tall form laid there, sand covering him, as the tears still washed down his face. He could just think about Elizabeth's warm, gentle hands on his shoulders, hugging him softly and comforting him. "Stop it!" he yelled into the sand.
Because your presence still lingers here. And it won't leave me alone
He pounded his fist on the sand, hearing the waves crashing in the backround, and his tears still came down his cheek, trailing down his neck from his chin, or simply dropping off into the sand. "Elizabeth..." he sobbed softly, not used to crying out in public where everyone could see him. He was an idol in the world where he had lived before coming to Roanoke, and he was supposed to keep up his image, that was making him more famous and better than any other idol in the world. Yet here he was, crying his eyes out, because his cover was blown, and Elizabeth had run away from him. He couldn't even look at Makoto after he had blabbed to Elizabeth who Marc was outside Roanoke. Marc didn't want that life anymore, yet that was half of what he was, and that was always going to follow him. He was suffering the heartbreak that his fiancee had given him alone, as he had been suffering alone in the singing business when that had been his life. He felt like his heart could never be glued back together, after the glass inside had shattered into fragments so tiny, it would be impossible to find them all. He was slowly breaking apart, not just because of what had happened, but because Elizabeth had run from him, gotten into her car, and driven away.
These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase
It was heartbreaking enough not to have her in his arms. Not having her beside him, not hearing her warm voice, and not hearing the laugh of his one true love. Her shining face wasn't beside him, and her arm wasn't interlocked with his, and their hands weren't linked or touching. There was no presence beside him, there was virtually nothing there. He wasn't touched, or surrounded, by anything. There were no crowds to mob him, and there was no one around to touch him. That was what he wanted, didn't he?
Suppressed by all my childish fears
Marc Toshino was running for his life, as if the devil was behind him, taunting to steal him into the deep abyss. His sneakers were slamming upon the dirt before the beach, his breath deep and gasping, but he didn't care. There was nothing that was going to stop him now, not even if he became fatigued. There was just too much in his head right now, there was too much that would hurt him right now if he stopped to think about it.
and if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave
His head was down, his sapphire eyes watching his feet as they jumped from the small cliff that was dirt, onto the soft sand of the beach just four feet lower. His blonde hair was waving in his face, the sweat clinging to his neck and his brow as he sprinted across the sand. Depression, anger, and heartache were filling him up, filling up his very being, as he ran, and it was like a private energy source that would keep him going. He felt like he was going to run on forever. And he would have, if his feet hadn't hit something in the sand, and he tripped, falling into the sand weakly. His tall form laid there, sand covering him, as the tears still washed down his face. He could just think about Elizabeth's warm, gentle hands on his shoulders, hugging him softly and comforting him. "Stop it!" he yelled into the sand.
Because your presence still lingers here. And it won't leave me alone
He pounded his fist on the sand, hearing the waves crashing in the backround, and his tears still came down his cheek, trailing down his neck from his chin, or simply dropping off into the sand. "Elizabeth..." he sobbed softly, not used to crying out in public where everyone could see him. He was an idol in the world where he had lived before coming to Roanoke, and he was supposed to keep up his image, that was making him more famous and better than any other idol in the world. Yet here he was, crying his eyes out, because his cover was blown, and Elizabeth had run away from him. He couldn't even look at Makoto after he had blabbed to Elizabeth who Marc was outside Roanoke. Marc didn't want that life anymore, yet that was half of what he was, and that was always going to follow him. He was suffering the heartbreak that his fiancee had given him alone, as he had been suffering alone in the singing business when that had been his life. He felt like his heart could never be glued back together, after the glass inside had shattered into fragments so tiny, it would be impossible to find them all. He was slowly breaking apart, not just because of what had happened, but because Elizabeth had run from him, gotten into her car, and driven away.
These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's just too much that time cannot erase
