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Date Posted: 06:47:05 09/27/05 Tue
Author: abu
Subject: Re: Story: Boys Don't Cry
In reply to: Pigasus116 's message, "Story: Boys Don't Cry" on 19:10:20 04/18/03 Fri

>Boys Don�t Cry
>
> A stillness befalls the room. Now that the
>television is off, the dead leaves on the ground his
>only company, he realizes that someone is walking
>outside. It is the someone it always is, her petite
>frame sheltering the unrecognizable strength--and
>anger--she bears. He thinks maybe he should open the
>door just as she lays her hand on it; you know,
>surprise her. But he does not do that. He remains on
>the couch, in his omnipresent black drapery.
> The door shifts open, metal scrapes lightly on stone,
>and she enters. He does not even turn to look at her.
> Her face is a rose, the beauty of one, the body of
>one, sweet yet thorny, tough yet vulnerable. It
>occurs to him that it should not matter if he looks at
>her. Her face is there no matter what, so he decides
>to view it in its corporeal form.
> �Spike...� she surprisingly speaks first. Maybe not
>all that surprising, but she used to wait till he said
>hello, or some sort of greeting, no matter how terse.
>No, he was wrong. He looks, and now the rose pricks
>his eyes. Boys don�t cry, he reminds himself. Boys
>don�t cry.
> It�s a stupid thing he�s had to tell himself
>recently, since he let feelings, let her, into his
>body again. The last time she showed up here, the
>�real� last time, where she said this relationship,
>term used loosely, was killing her, has barely been
>remembered because it has not yet been forgotten. It
>has only been a week, maybe two. Spike never has
>taken much stock in time, not since it was less to him
>than dirt. Suddenly, the words pour out like a
>fountain or a rill of blood, the latter being
>something he is more familiar with.
> �I would say I'm sorry, if I thought that it would
>change your mind.
>But I know that this time I've said too much, been too
>unkind. I try to laugh about it, cover it all up with
>lies. I... I try to laugh about it...� he wonders
>why he�s saying this, why he�s hiding the tears in his
>eyes. It�s not as though she, or many other people,
>hasn�t seem them before. He begins his
>rationalization in his own mind again: Cause boys
>don't cry. Boys don't cry.
> �Look, Spike, you don�t need to do any of that stuff.
> You don�t even need to think about me. I did the
>same for you.�
> �I would break down at your feet and beg forgiveness,
>plead with you, but I know that it's too late, and now
>there's nothing I can do. So I try to laugh about it,
>cover it all up with lies. I try to laugh about
>it...� Boys don`t cry.
> �Spike, I know. And now I know twice, �cause you�re
>repeating yourself.�
> No break from his response, �I would tell you that I
>loved you if I thought that you would stay, but I know
>that it's no use, that you've already gone away. I�ve
>misjudged your limits, pushed you too far, took you
>for granted. I thought that you needed me more.�
> �I... I don�t want to hear this anymore. I don�t
>want to say what I�ve said to you already. You have
>to know that what you are saying is... is...�
>Unfinishable sentence.
> �Now I would do most anything to get you back by my
>side, but I just
>keep on laughing, hiding the tears in my eyes.� Cause
>boys don't cry. Boy don't cry.
> �Goodbye, Spike. I came here to try to explain to
>you, one more time, that it�s over. That there wasn�t
>even anything between us. That we need to stop
>whatever this is. And now I know I was right about
>this only being one more time, when I thought that it
>was going to be the last time.�
> She leaves swiftly through the still open door, and
>all Spike can do is watch. He can�t stop her with
>this molten liquid running down his cheeks, burning
>his face. He needs to tell himself again. Boys don�t
>cry.
>
>
>(Boys Don't Cry by The Cure)

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