Band One-Shots (boyxboy)

Love (Kellic)

I don't know why, but this one-shot took a really long time to finish. I've probably had it in storage for a couple weeks, and I finished it today and I honestly love it. This one-shot was inspired by personal experiences with love.

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He hated love.

He hated the taste of it on his tongue. When he would say its name, it would burn him. Love felt like bile, sitting at the back of his throat and threatening to come up, laying everything out on the floor for the world to see and judge you.

He hated the way love sounded. Love made his voice high-pitched and his breath heavy, causing him to focus only on what was coming out of his mouth. Love drowned out any other noises from the outside, leaving you to bask in it's suspiciously calming voice.

He hated the way love felt on his fingertips. He would touch it, only to flinch away because love shouldn't be a tangible thing. Love was a feeling, an emotion. He shouldn't be able to hold love in his hands and still want more. He was a fan of smooth things, but love was rough and bumpy and you never knew when it would turn soft. So far, he hadn't yet come across a love that was soft.

He hated the way love looked. He would watch as a boyfriend or girlfriend would hang off their partner, love practically illuminating from their eyes, and he would be forced to turn away. Love looked desperate. Love looked lost. Love looked needy. Love was useless, anorexic, extraordinary. He hated the sight of love.

He hated the way love smelled. It smelled of cheap perfume and store bought chocolates bought hastily in the heat of the moment when a man or woman was in trouble. He smelled lust and musk mixed in with the supposed love.

He hated the way love made people feel. Love turned an ordinary person into a being with nothing else to live for but the person opposite them. He hated the way love consumed his emotions, affecting his anger, his sadness, his joy. When he was in love, he simply could not feel anything but, and each emotion was directly tied to love. Love was as selfish as he was.

He hated the way love made him think. Love not only attacked your emotions, but it also attacked his judgement. Love didn't care whether or not the man he loved was right or wrong, all love knew was that it needed him by its side. He would gladly skip work or school when love was in charge, and it often times was.

He hated the way love manifested itself in everything he did. The way his eyes sparkled when the boy would walk by, or the way his heart picked up when the boy would talk to him, or the way he would talk about him until his voice was hoarse, simply because love wished to make its presence known.

He hated how his friends had been aquatinted with this so called love long before he was even introduced. His friends would speak of this love, telling him they saw it in the way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he tasted each day with reservation. He hated how love kept itself hidden from him until it was far too late to back out.

He hated how love had a power complex. Love had to take control. If love was not in control, then nothing, nobody, in no way, was allowed to be in control in the slightest amount. Love would watch things fall and shatter gleefully until it was allowed the power to make the decisions again.

He hated how love came with an extreme lack of judgement. In love's eyes, there was no right or wrong. Love didn't take punishment into consideration. Love was a creature that would forgive even the most guilty of man because love was always the good. Love didn't understand the concept of bad, only the concept on pain.

He hated how people treated the word love. He hated how people threw around the word like it was a rag doll. They didn't know how fragile love truly was. Humans milked the word love for everything it wasn't and hardly even knew what it was anymore. He hated people for what they had turned love into.