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Brian’s heart was hammering in his chest. A crescendo of rhythmic thumping that threatened to break out of his torso and throw itself and an accompanying pint or two of blood all over his legs and feet. Brian was irrationally terrified. He was driving along an empty road with the personification of temptation sat in the passenger seat next to him. As he tried desperately to keep his eyes on the road, and do everything in his power not to look at her, he knew that his emotions were already splitting apart over her.
He knew beyond doubt that he would never willingly cheat on his wife. He loved Jane, had ever since the two of them had been at College together. He had a happy marriage, and was perfectly at ease with the idea of spending the rest of his life with her. He did not want to jeapordise that. On the other hand, his lifespan had been reduced to a matter of months, and the good Doctor back at the clinic had told him to forget all the crap his life was built around. It wouldn’t harm anyone at this point to pitch himself into a little indiscretion…
But that was a very colourful interpretation of what the Doctor had advised, and he knew it.
“Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong?” Sue suddenly interjected into his thoughts.
“Uh?” Brian surprised himself with his utter lack of proper reply.
“I mean, why did you need to see Dr. Carter?”
“It’s complicated.” He didn’t really want to talk about his cancer to some strange girl when he hadn’t even worked up the courage to tell his wife yet.
“I see…” She said, obviously disappointed, and when Brian looked at her and saw the dejection in her face, he thought he heard the sound of his heart breaking. She had the look on her face of someone who had just been told their favourite pet was going to be put down.
“I’ve got cancer” He blurted out without his own consent. “It’s kind of like Leukemia, only they can’t cure me”
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Brian hoped that he wasn’t physically grimacing at how enchanting Sue’s voice was. He felt like a kid who’d met some nice girl in a club for the first time, and was building conversation up to the point where he might dare to try and kiss her. These thoughts were not helping to ease the pounding ‘THUMP-THUMP’ in his chest.
“So, if you can’t be cured, why were you seeing Jules?”
“Jules?”
“The Doctor.”
“Oh, it was sort of an advisory session. What to do over the next six months sort of thing” Brian was slowly starting to relax. He was doing his damnedest not to look at her as he was talking. While this could be construed as quite rude, that was far preferable to looking at her and probably degenerating into drooling uncontrollably
“Why the six month plan?”
“Because that’s all the time I have left” As he said it, it seemed to really sink in for the first time. He had only six months to live, if that. The rest of his life was being cut shorter than anything that could conceivably be construed as fair. Brian suddenly found himself fighting to stop tears from streaming down his face. A battle he swiftly lost, and he had to pull over to avoid crashing into something.
“Are you OK?” Sue asked, and soon noticed that he wasn’t. Tears were pouring down Brian’s face uncontrollably, and he was desperately trying to wipe them away faster than they were appearing, and he was failing. Brian’s efforts to rub away at the offending tears were interrupted as something pulled his left hand away from his face. His hand was replaced by someone else’s, which gently caressed his cheek, and seemed to have more of an effect than his own frantic rubbing.
The now familiar angelic voice whispered close to him “It’s ok, it’s ok...”. Her hand then moved around to cup the back of his head, and before he knew what was happening, he felt the touch of her lips on his cheek. He sternly resisted the impulse to turn his head and meet the kiss with his own lips, and managed to pull away from her.
He looked over at Sue in the passenger seat, his puffy, tear soaked facade looking into a face full of compassion and sympathy, her big blue eyes looking like divine beacons of tenderness and passion. Brian felt as though every organ in his chest had just melted like a slab of butter in a hot pan. An invisible shiver ran up his spine, and he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He’d felt that only once before, and he knew without doubt that he had just fallen completely, totally and utterly in love.
He was too shell-shocked by the feeling that had just ran through his body like a freight train to do anything when Sue leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips. So stunned he was that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Sue and reciprocating the deepest and most passionate kiss he’d given anyone in about 5 years.
He knew beyond doubt that he would never willingly cheat on his wife. He loved Jane, had ever since the two of them had been at College together. He had a happy marriage, and was perfectly at ease with the idea of spending the rest of his life with her. He did not want to jeapordise that. On the other hand, his lifespan had been reduced to a matter of months, and the good Doctor back at the clinic had told him to forget all the crap his life was built around. It wouldn’t harm anyone at this point to pitch himself into a little indiscretion…
But that was a very colourful interpretation of what the Doctor had advised, and he knew it.
“Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong?” Sue suddenly interjected into his thoughts.
“Uh?” Brian surprised himself with his utter lack of proper reply.
“I mean, why did you need to see Dr. Carter?”
“It’s complicated.” He didn’t really want to talk about his cancer to some strange girl when he hadn’t even worked up the courage to tell his wife yet.
“I see…” She said, obviously disappointed, and when Brian looked at her and saw the dejection in her face, he thought he heard the sound of his heart breaking. She had the look on her face of someone who had just been told their favourite pet was going to be put down.
“I’ve got cancer” He blurted out without his own consent. “It’s kind of like Leukemia, only they can’t cure me”
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Brian hoped that he wasn’t physically grimacing at how enchanting Sue’s voice was. He felt like a kid who’d met some nice girl in a club for the first time, and was building conversation up to the point where he might dare to try and kiss her. These thoughts were not helping to ease the pounding ‘THUMP-THUMP’ in his chest.
“So, if you can’t be cured, why were you seeing Jules?”
“Jules?”
“The Doctor.”
“Oh, it was sort of an advisory session. What to do over the next six months sort of thing” Brian was slowly starting to relax. He was doing his damnedest not to look at her as he was talking. While this could be construed as quite rude, that was far preferable to looking at her and probably degenerating into drooling uncontrollably
“Why the six month plan?”
“Because that’s all the time I have left” As he said it, it seemed to really sink in for the first time. He had only six months to live, if that. The rest of his life was being cut shorter than anything that could conceivably be construed as fair. Brian suddenly found himself fighting to stop tears from streaming down his face. A battle he swiftly lost, and he had to pull over to avoid crashing into something.
“Are you OK?” Sue asked, and soon noticed that he wasn’t. Tears were pouring down Brian’s face uncontrollably, and he was desperately trying to wipe them away faster than they were appearing, and he was failing. Brian’s efforts to rub away at the offending tears were interrupted as something pulled his left hand away from his face. His hand was replaced by someone else’s, which gently caressed his cheek, and seemed to have more of an effect than his own frantic rubbing.
The now familiar angelic voice whispered close to him “It’s ok, it’s ok...”. Her hand then moved around to cup the back of his head, and before he knew what was happening, he felt the touch of her lips on his cheek. He sternly resisted the impulse to turn his head and meet the kiss with his own lips, and managed to pull away from her.
He looked over at Sue in the passenger seat, his puffy, tear soaked facade looking into a face full of compassion and sympathy, her big blue eyes looking like divine beacons of tenderness and passion. Brian felt as though every organ in his chest had just melted like a slab of butter in a hot pan. An invisible shiver ran up his spine, and he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He’d felt that only once before, and he knew without doubt that he had just fallen completely, totally and utterly in love.
He was too shell-shocked by the feeling that had just ran through his body like a freight train to do anything when Sue leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips. So stunned he was that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Sue and reciprocating the deepest and most passionate kiss he’d given anyone in about 5 years.
Well...my word is my bond. So I better post it.
Re-write it, so it's soppy and pathetic, but well worded...
heh heh! Last night, while drunk, I wrote down a bunch of soppy rubbish down, promising myself to post it in a new thread this morning. But when i read it, it sounded so lame and pitiful. Still trying to decide whether I should post it or not...
I appreciate that this particular installment probably isn't to your taste, though.
Crying and kissing and stuff.
It gets better though, trust me =)
Crying and kissing and stuff.
It gets better though, trust me =)
Good work, as always, good work.
Today i'm too busy and hungover to devote much to the forums so I'll keep my communication down to a minimum level.
Today i'm too busy and hungover to devote much to the forums so I'll keep my communication down to a minimum level.
Bah!
Don't suppose it makes much difference. It's about the third installment I've posted under this name now.
Don't suppose it makes much difference. It's about the third installment I've posted under this name now.
hohoho
WRONG ACCOUNT!!!
*tantrums*
*tantrums*
Brian’s heart was hammering in his chest. A crescendo of rhythmic thumping that threatened to break out of his torso and throw itself and an accompanying pint or two of blood all over his legs and feet. Brian was irrationally terrified. He was driving along an empty road with the personification of temptation sat in the passenger seat next to him. As he tried desperately to keep his eyes on the road, and do everything in his power not to look at her, he knew that his emotions were already splitting apart over her.
He knew beyond doubt that he would never willingly cheat on his wife. He loved Jane, had ever since the two of them had been at College together. He had a happy marriage, and was perfectly at ease with the idea of spending the rest of his life with her. He did not want to jeapordise that. On the other hand, his lifespan had been reduced to a matter of months, and the good Doctor back at the clinic had told him to forget all the crap his life was built around. It wouldn’t harm anyone at this point to pitch himself into a little indiscretion…
But that was a very colourful interpretation of what the Doctor had advised, and he knew it.
“Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong?” Sue suddenly interjected into his thoughts.
“Uh?” Brian surprised himself with his utter lack of proper reply.
“I mean, why did you need to see Dr. Carter?”
“It’s complicated.” He didn’t really want to talk about his cancer to some strange girl when he hadn’t even worked up the courage to tell his wife yet.
“I see…” She said, obviously disappointed, and when Brian looked at her and saw the dejection in her face, he thought he heard the sound of his heart breaking. She had the look on her face of someone who had just been told their favourite pet was going to be put down.
“I’ve got cancer” He blurted out without his own consent. “It’s kind of like Leukemia, only they can’t cure me”
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Brian hoped that he wasn’t physically grimacing at how enchanting Sue’s voice was. He felt like a kid who’d met some nice girl in a club for the first time, and was building conversation up to the point where he might dare to try and kiss her. These thoughts were not helping to ease the pounding ‘THUMP-THUMP’ in his chest.
“So, if you can’t be cured, why were you seeing Jules?”
“Jules?”
“The Doctor.”
“Oh, it was sort of an advisory session. What to do over the next six months sort of thing” Brian was slowly starting to relax. He was doing his damnedest not to look at her as he was talking. While this could be construed as quite rude, that was far preferable to looking at her and probably degenerating into drooling uncontrollably
“Why the six month plan?”
“Because that’s all the time I have left” As he said it, it seemed to really sink in for the first time. He had only six months to live, if that. The rest of his life was being cut shorter than anything that could conceivably be construed as fair. Brian suddenly found himself fighting to stop tears from streaming down his face. A battle he swiftly lost, and he had to pull over to avoid crashing into something.
“Are you OK?” Sue asked, and soon noticed that he wasn’t. Tears were pouring down Brian’s face uncontrollably, and he was desperately trying to wipe them away faster than they were appearing, and he was failing. Brian’s efforts to rub away at the offending tears were interrupted as something pulled his left hand away from his face. His hand was replaced by someone else’s, which gently caressed his cheek, and seemed to have more of an effect than his own frantic rubbing.
The now familiar angelic voice whispered close to him “It’s ok, it’s ok...”. Her hand then moved around to cup the back of his head, and before he knew what was happening, he felt the touch of her lips on his cheek. He sternly resisted the impulse to turn his head and meet the kiss with his own lips, and managed to pull away from her.
He looked over at Sue in the passenger seat, his puffy, tear soaked facade looking into a face full of compassion and sympathy, her big blue eyes looking like divine beacons of tenderness and passion. Brian felt as though every organ in his chest had just melted like a slab of butter in a hot pan. An invisible shiver ran up his spine, and he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He’d felt that only once before, and he knew without doubt that he had just fallen completely, totally and utterly in love.
He was too shell-shocked by the feeling that had just ran through his body like a freight train to do anything when Sue leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips. So stunned he was that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Sue and reciprocating the deepest and most passionate kiss he’d given anyone in about 5 years.
He knew beyond doubt that he would never willingly cheat on his wife. He loved Jane, had ever since the two of them had been at College together. He had a happy marriage, and was perfectly at ease with the idea of spending the rest of his life with her. He did not want to jeapordise that. On the other hand, his lifespan had been reduced to a matter of months, and the good Doctor back at the clinic had told him to forget all the crap his life was built around. It wouldn’t harm anyone at this point to pitch himself into a little indiscretion…
But that was a very colourful interpretation of what the Doctor had advised, and he knew it.
“Do you mind if I ask what’s wrong?” Sue suddenly interjected into his thoughts.
“Uh?” Brian surprised himself with his utter lack of proper reply.
“I mean, why did you need to see Dr. Carter?”
“It’s complicated.” He didn’t really want to talk about his cancer to some strange girl when he hadn’t even worked up the courage to tell his wife yet.
“I see…” She said, obviously disappointed, and when Brian looked at her and saw the dejection in her face, he thought he heard the sound of his heart breaking. She had the look on her face of someone who had just been told their favourite pet was going to be put down.
“I’ve got cancer” He blurted out without his own consent. “It’s kind of like Leukemia, only they can’t cure me”
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be, it’s not your fault.” Brian hoped that he wasn’t physically grimacing at how enchanting Sue’s voice was. He felt like a kid who’d met some nice girl in a club for the first time, and was building conversation up to the point where he might dare to try and kiss her. These thoughts were not helping to ease the pounding ‘THUMP-THUMP’ in his chest.
“So, if you can’t be cured, why were you seeing Jules?”
“Jules?”
“The Doctor.”
“Oh, it was sort of an advisory session. What to do over the next six months sort of thing” Brian was slowly starting to relax. He was doing his damnedest not to look at her as he was talking. While this could be construed as quite rude, that was far preferable to looking at her and probably degenerating into drooling uncontrollably
“Why the six month plan?”
“Because that’s all the time I have left” As he said it, it seemed to really sink in for the first time. He had only six months to live, if that. The rest of his life was being cut shorter than anything that could conceivably be construed as fair. Brian suddenly found himself fighting to stop tears from streaming down his face. A battle he swiftly lost, and he had to pull over to avoid crashing into something.
“Are you OK?” Sue asked, and soon noticed that he wasn’t. Tears were pouring down Brian’s face uncontrollably, and he was desperately trying to wipe them away faster than they were appearing, and he was failing. Brian’s efforts to rub away at the offending tears were interrupted as something pulled his left hand away from his face. His hand was replaced by someone else’s, which gently caressed his cheek, and seemed to have more of an effect than his own frantic rubbing.
The now familiar angelic voice whispered close to him “It’s ok, it’s ok...”. Her hand then moved around to cup the back of his head, and before he knew what was happening, he felt the touch of her lips on his cheek. He sternly resisted the impulse to turn his head and meet the kiss with his own lips, and managed to pull away from her.
He looked over at Sue in the passenger seat, his puffy, tear soaked facade looking into a face full of compassion and sympathy, her big blue eyes looking like divine beacons of tenderness and passion. Brian felt as though every organ in his chest had just melted like a slab of butter in a hot pan. An invisible shiver ran up his spine, and he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. He’d felt that only once before, and he knew without doubt that he had just fallen completely, totally and utterly in love.
He was too shell-shocked by the feeling that had just ran through his body like a freight train to do anything when Sue leaned forward and kissed him square on the lips. So stunned he was that there was nothing he could do to stop himself from wrapping his arms around Sue and reciprocating the deepest and most passionate kiss he’d given anyone in about 5 years.