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    The Architecture of Falling… – (Chapter: Rupture)

    Story written on November 9, 2007 by goaskalice.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=16770
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    A different perspective. Spencer finally loses control.

    I wake up to her sleeping frame beside me, her body rising and falling with the tide of each breath. She’s close enough to touch, but I’m already too far away to let it happen. I have the journey to make, after all. Down the hall and back to Kyla’s room, leaving Ashley alone to sort out the miscellaneous, tragic pieces in the morning. Touching her once would mean touching her a hundred times, and I’m already running out of minutes before the sun breaks and falls upon her face, leaving her all too real in its light and still accompanied by me—the girl who’s effortlessly breaking her heart.

    But I can’t help it. I have to. So I reach out and reclaim her as my own personal canvas, painting abstract figures on her naked torso. Last night she had held me close to her heart as she came, refusing to call out my name. Instead she whispered “don’t stop” in my ear and kept me in place with her thighs. Maybe her words had meant something, but I didn’t have the luxury of taking them in any way other than at face value. Ironic considering the fact that I could barely manage to look at her face as she held me. I was disappointed in myself for offering up my body in exchange for her silence. But I couldn’t hear her pleading with me to be someone that I just wasn’t anymore. I just needed the words and the lips forming them to be still and receive the only thing I could give. I needed her to eat what she was fed.

    And now I tried again to remove myself from her ideal situation and back into reality, but I’m finding it more difficult than usual. Before I have the time to proceed with what I know I have to do, she slowly begins to rouse from her not-so-deep sleep. My heart stops and I cease all movement as if this will somehow bring us back to the moments before when I could have done something to prevent this.

    “Spencer?” she asks, obviously surprised to wake and find me here.

    “Yeah.”

    I don’t know what to say. I want to extricate myself but I can’t.

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    1. YES!!!! FINALLY!!! Spencer opens up. I think everybody was waiting for this. I love this story, it so many emotions and that only makes it better. PMASAP!!!!!!

    2. That was so beautiful. And a step in the right direction. Spencer admitting that she’s not okay and crying for all her losses was good. The best part was that Ashley wanted to be there for her and carry part of her load. That’s probably something that Spencer has not had much of in the past two years, finally having someone to help her carry her burden of loss. Beautifully executed.

    5. umm… i’m speechless… i have no idea how you write and portray such emotion! it’s amazes me ever single time i read your writting! this last chapter really touched me… “My secrets oozed and crept out of hiding, shivering and splitting through my tear ducts. I just deflated. She punctured a fine hole in my protective coating and I absolutely deflated, leaving behind fragments of an inadequately glued together shell of Spencer Carlin.” i looooved that line… so deep and full of emotion… oh and i checked out your myspace link and all i have to say is 415 for life haha

    7. YES!!!! FINALLY!!! Spencer opens up. I think everybody was waiting for this. I love this story, it so many emotions and that only makes it better. PMASAP!!!!!!

    8. That was so beautiful. And a step in the right direction. Spencer admitting that she’s not okay and crying for all her losses was good. The best part was that Ashley wanted to be there for her and carry part of her load. That’s probably something that Spencer has not had much of in the past two years, finally having someone to help her carry her burden of loss. Beautifully executed.

    11. umm… i’m speechless… i have no idea how you write and portray such emotion! it’s amazes me ever single time i read your writting! this last chapter really touched me… “My secrets oozed and crept out of hiding, shivering and splitting through my tear ducts. I just deflated. She punctured a fine hole in my protective coating and I absolutely deflated, leaving behind fragments of an inadequately glued together shell of Spencer Carlin.” i looooved that line… so deep and full of emotion… oh and i checked out your myspace link and all i have to say is 415 for life haha

    13. i have a feeling it may take a bit more for spencer to really give her self to ashley, so much has happened to her but now she has someone to take care of her and let her be herself without the protective shell…

    14. i have a feeling it may take a bit more for spencer to really give her self to ashley, so much has happened to her but now she has someone to take care of her and let her be herself without the protective shell…

    15. “But at the moment—at that very specific moment—that was just the way I felt. And I needed to say it. These unsaid words were setting up camp on my chest and some of them had to come off before they utterly and completely suffocated me.” WOW! You are an amazing writer. This whole chapter rocked!

    16. “But at the moment—at that very specific moment—that was just the way I felt. And I needed to say it. These unsaid words were setting up camp on my chest and some of them had to come off before they utterly and completely suffocated me.” WOW! You are an amazing writer. This whole chapter rocked!

    17. Wow… I’m so speechless right now because a tear too has fallen down my face. I think you hit a personal cord with me. I think Spencer and I are carrying similar loads of pain. Spencer has certainly stumbled on luck to at least have someone to let it all out for. However much she chooses to let out. Not everyone has that privilege of love. Wonderful writing. Still so intense. Update soon.

    18. Wow… I’m so speechless right now because a tear too has fallen down my face. I think you hit a personal cord with me. I think Spencer and I are carrying similar loads of pain. Spencer has certainly stumbled on luck to at least have someone to let it all out for. However much she chooses to let out. Not everyone has that privilege of love. Wonderful writing. Still so intense. Update soon.

    21. Poets form cryptic words to touch the deepest part of a soul; the inner beauty of each word is hidden beneath the surface and if you dig deep enough you find a treasure that can quite literally change a heart. Talented fiction writers are poets in their own right, they speak honestly from their heart, allowing their vulnerabilities to be viewed by the world and willing to sacrifice themselves to the critics of the world. You share the same gift as a poet in that you have woven your heart through this beautifully written story and touched mine…thank you.

    22. Poets form cryptic words to touch the deepest part of a soul; the inner beauty of each word is hidden beneath the surface and if you dig deep enough you find a treasure that can quite literally change a heart. Talented fiction writers are poets in their own right, they speak honestly from their heart, allowing their vulnerabilities to be viewed by the world and willing to sacrifice themselves to the critics of the world. You share the same gift as a poet in that you have woven your heart through this beautifully written story and touched mine…thank you.

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