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Title: The Ultimate OTP
Fandom: Days of the Week
Pairing: Sunday/Monday
Summary: A tale of two lovers, forever fated to be apart.
Notes: Dedicated to all those who love this pairing as much as I do. *sniff* It is just so tragic and beautiful!
Title: The Ultimate OTP
Fandom: Days of the Week
Pairing: Sunday/Monday
Summary: A tale of two lovers, forever fated to be apart.
Notes: Dedicated to all those who love this pairing as much as I do. *sniff* It is just so tragic and beautiful!
They never thought they would end up this way. It was funny, really, that they should fall in love, seeing as they hardly ever saw one another. Only in one brief, dark second did they ever actually meet. But that had been just enough for a connection, a bond, to form between the two. All day long they heard of one another, what would happen tomorrow, what had happened yesterday. Those mentions were what kept them going, let them know the other was still there, though they could not feel their touch.
They were jealous of the other two who got to share those brief seconds with them. This was a natural occurrence, of course, as one day simply had to change into another somehow. This fact helped lessen the hurt, but the heart pays no attention to facts, and so the jealousy never did go away. Why should others get to see them, when they saw each other so little?
A week would go by, and just when it seemed they may never meet again, there it was, that second, that moment, that piece of time that was never long enough, yet just enough to let them show each other just how much they felt for one another.
11:59 pm changes into 12:00 am. Sunday touches Monday for a small moment, and then they are apart once more.
They were jealous of the other two who got to share those brief seconds with them. This was a natural occurrence, of course, as one day simply had to change into another somehow. This fact helped lessen the hurt, but the heart pays no attention to facts, and so the jealousy never did go away. Why should others get to see them, when they saw each other so little?
A week would go by, and just when it seemed they may never meet again, there it was, that second, that moment, that piece of time that was never long enough, yet just enough to let them show each other just how much they felt for one another.
11:59 pm changes into 12:00 am. Sunday touches Monday for a small moment, and then they are apart once more.
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Date: 2007-04-12 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-12 03:27 pm (UTC)ILU KENZIE FOR WRITING THIS, BTW.
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:39 pm (UTC)ILME2, WHAT A COINCIDENCE!
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Date: 2007-04-12 05:41 pm (UTC)THAT IS HOT.
I AM SO GLAD YOU WROTE IT.
ILUSOMUCH.
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:40 pm (UTC)I AM SO GLAD I WROTE IT TOO
ILUSOMUCHMORE
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Date: 2007-04-14 01:36 pm (UTC)What I love most of all is how your fic read like your thoughts. Hahah.
Kenzie... EMILY'S FACE!!! XD!
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Date: 2007-04-14 03:36 pm (UTC)What else would they read like? As if I care about anyone else's thoughts. =P
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! I BURST OUT LAUGHING SO HARD! LMFAO.
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Date: 2007-04-14 03:42 pm (UTC)