#everleave

Is my fairytale idea of love delusional

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Maybe I can hurt forever is it keeps you happy

‘Cause there are days I think we’ll be alright

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I thought I could hurt forever if it kept you happy

‘Cause there were days I thought we’d be alright

But I can’t keep pouring from a cup so empty

              A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME, the universe in a nutshell, the fabric of the cosmos.  they're all on the reading list for the students he'll be lecturing tomorrow, and putting together a presentation isn't one of cameron's favorite things.  presenting them, even less so.  he has never been much of a public speaker, but spreading his knowledge and passion for what’s out there makes it worth it.  he has read as many books on space, astrophysics and the like as he can find over the years, but he's still speed-reading one of them right now to figure out a less COMPLEX way to word things for the starry-eyed new astronomy students.  with a few books tucked under his arm and his glasses perched upon the bridge of his nose as he scans another, cameron begins slowly walking out of the aisle toward the desk, eyes glued to the page.  how can he simplify the cosmic microwave background radiation and the cosmological redshift-distance relation?  maybe he can——               cameron’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt as he suddenly collides with someone, breaking his concentration.  “ sorry... ”  blues finally glance up from the book and to the stranger.  and his heart leaps into his throat.  not a stranger.  the person who knew him more than anyone else in the WORLD once.  the person he'd tried his damnedest to find after coming back to san francisco.  the person he thought he’d never see again.  “ ...eli. ”  a name that hasn't left his lips in a long time, and now it's nothing but a whisper, the book almost slipping from his hands and his legs feeling as though they’re going to give out beneath his body.  there's so much he wants to say —— so much he wants to do.  and yet... he’s standing here, frozen to the spot in SILENCE; eyes large, mouth dry and heart racing.

        a spark of MISCHIEF in her eyes — brief, just a flash, but it seems to reflect into the secret, soft smirk blooming on her lips, a SECRET signal for the two of them alone. “ — acting right is SO routine. ”

      ❝ they don’t call me the QUEEN        of the fashion scene for nothin’,        hon! tell me, what sort of ‘fit are        you imaginin’ for this... ❞

    penny looks off to the side, trying    to remember if the person before her    stated that this new outfit was for a    party, & red carpet event, or SOMETHING    else, but the answer didn’t come.

     fudge buckets.

    she curls her hands in, bumping the    knuckles together & worries her lip,    before harrumphing in defeat, standing    up from her desk in the middle of her    personal work room.

              WITH A WEARY GRUNT, blurry light filters into the younger winchester’s eyes as he comes to.  as his vision sharpens and clears, the first thing that comes into his sights is a familiar face.  “ ......jack? ”  sam sits up, but scrunches his eyes shut as pain sears through his temple, prompting a hand to press against it.  then there's a violent sting along his abdomen —— and sam tugs up his blood-stained shirt a few inches to find bruises and a patch-up job.  hazels raise, locking upon the mechanic again.  “ how'd you find me? ”