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muserevival2013-05-13 12:52 pm
wannabesurgeon) wrote in muserevival2013-05-13 12:52 pm
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028.1. Muse Prompt
"Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family." - Anthony Brandt
It wasn’t a cold night in New York by any means, but it felt freezing as Liam stumbled out the door of the apartment block to try and gulp in some much needed air. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest and crushing it, even if he was aware of how fast his heart was beating within. He had broken out into a sweat, which tingled his skin when the air hit it, and his hands were now trembling violently. He was struggling to catch his breath, and there was a ringing in his ears drowning out the usual sounds of the big city. His feet managed to get him to the bottom of the steps in a messy stumble, and once he was there, he grabbed hold of a nearby iron railing, leaning over and clutching at his chest when he was sure he was about to vomit.
He knew what panic attacks were like. He wasn’t foreign to them. It had just been sometime since he had one this bad. The ones that felt like he would never be able to breathe again. And then the tears started because he felt so out of control of his emotions with everything ranging from terrified, to confused, so helpless, to stupid. He should have anticipated it. Kissing after a first date was what normal people did, but Liam was far from normal. He had completely freaked out as soon as Damien came closer and touched him. He knew he screamed some horrible things at him, and then elbowed him in the face to get him away from him. The whole thing sent a rush of sickening guilt through Liam, but he couldn’t go back. He sunk down to his knees on the sidewalk and started to sob helplessly. The regret over not at least mentioning something to Damien to warn him clawed at his insides too, and now it felt like he had ruined everything. Something that could have been so good for him and someone who he knew now that he genuinely cared about for the first time in a very long time, and he had just sent it all crashing and burning. Damien would never forgive him. Or he wouldn’t want to deal with someone as fucked up and laden with this much emotional baggage when he could have someone carefree without a worry in the world.
He fumbled his iPhone from his pocket and blindly managed to dial Nat’s number through the flood of tears. He probably didn’t even make sense as he begged her to come get him. The shock of what he had just reacted to and the cold, clenching fear knowing he was out alone in the dark was too much. He had done so well with the protective walls up around him, but his still-raw emotional wounds had been torn open in one swoop when Damien, as sweet as pie and completely innocent to the whole thing, tried to claim his lips in a kiss.
Liam Morgan // Original Character,dreamlikenewyork PSL // 504 words
It wasn’t a cold night in New York by any means, but it felt freezing as Liam stumbled out the door of the apartment block to try and gulp in some much needed air. It felt like someone was sitting on his chest and crushing it, even if he was aware of how fast his heart was beating within. He had broken out into a sweat, which tingled his skin when the air hit it, and his hands were now trembling violently. He was struggling to catch his breath, and there was a ringing in his ears drowning out the usual sounds of the big city. His feet managed to get him to the bottom of the steps in a messy stumble, and once he was there, he grabbed hold of a nearby iron railing, leaning over and clutching at his chest when he was sure he was about to vomit.
He knew what panic attacks were like. He wasn’t foreign to them. It had just been sometime since he had one this bad. The ones that felt like he would never be able to breathe again. And then the tears started because he felt so out of control of his emotions with everything ranging from terrified, to confused, so helpless, to stupid. He should have anticipated it. Kissing after a first date was what normal people did, but Liam was far from normal. He had completely freaked out as soon as Damien came closer and touched him. He knew he screamed some horrible things at him, and then elbowed him in the face to get him away from him. The whole thing sent a rush of sickening guilt through Liam, but he couldn’t go back. He sunk down to his knees on the sidewalk and started to sob helplessly. The regret over not at least mentioning something to Damien to warn him clawed at his insides too, and now it felt like he had ruined everything. Something that could have been so good for him and someone who he knew now that he genuinely cared about for the first time in a very long time, and he had just sent it all crashing and burning. Damien would never forgive him. Or he wouldn’t want to deal with someone as fucked up and laden with this much emotional baggage when he could have someone carefree without a worry in the world.
He fumbled his iPhone from his pocket and blindly managed to dial Nat’s number through the flood of tears. He probably didn’t even make sense as he begged her to come get him. The shock of what he had just reacted to and the cold, clenching fear knowing he was out alone in the dark was too much. He had done so well with the protective walls up around him, but his still-raw emotional wounds had been torn open in one swoop when Damien, as sweet as pie and completely innocent to the whole thing, tried to claim his lips in a kiss.
Liam Morgan // Original Character,
dreamlikenewyork PSL // 504 words