Love is Suicide
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M through R › The Mighty Boosh
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,310
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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I do not own The Mighty Boosh, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Four: Prelude to a Storm
(A/N: chapter four for you! as the title suggests, not as happy saccharine sweet as the chapter itself suggests, as there are about TEN MORE CHAPTERS to come. and an epilogue. so yeah. look forward to it dearies... *cackles in an evil manner and hobbles off*)
Months pass, turn into years. Before we know it, two years pass since I last self harm. We have almost forgotten about the incident. Almost. I know Howard thinks about it every now and again, but mostly is thankful I’m still here. I don’t dwell either. For the first time in my life, I’m happy, properly truly happy, without thinking of my million and three insecurities caused by my million and three imperfections.
Both of us feel that we wouldn’t tell Naboo, Bollo or anyone else about my self harming episode. “No,” Howard had said, “It’ll just have them worried over something that’s all over and done with now.” I’d agreed… but partly because I feel so ashamed of what I did.
So two years without incident, and me and Howard are settled into a daily routine of wake up, make love, get up, eat, work on the band or whatever project for the day, eat, make love and sleep. The routine is comfortable, and with the occasional interlude of some madcap adventure that we manage to get ourselves into, life – to both me and Howard – is perfect.
(A/N: again, don't be fooled by the sacchariney sweetness.., it's all a RUSE! A RUSE I TELL YOU! *runs away screaming* (love you all really) :P)
Months pass, turn into years. Before we know it, two years pass since I last self harm. We have almost forgotten about the incident. Almost. I know Howard thinks about it every now and again, but mostly is thankful I’m still here. I don’t dwell either. For the first time in my life, I’m happy, properly truly happy, without thinking of my million and three insecurities caused by my million and three imperfections.
Both of us feel that we wouldn’t tell Naboo, Bollo or anyone else about my self harming episode. “No,” Howard had said, “It’ll just have them worried over something that’s all over and done with now.” I’d agreed… but partly because I feel so ashamed of what I did.
So two years without incident, and me and Howard are settled into a daily routine of wake up, make love, get up, eat, work on the band or whatever project for the day, eat, make love and sleep. The routine is comfortable, and with the occasional interlude of some madcap adventure that we manage to get ourselves into, life – to both me and Howard – is perfect.
(A/N: again, don't be fooled by the sacchariney sweetness.., it's all a RUSE! A RUSE I TELL YOU! *runs away screaming* (love you all really) :P)