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Title: Black hole sun Pairings: Chris Cornell/Eddie vedder Warnings: Sad, very very veryyy sad Words: 461 Description: Eddie listens to black hole sun after he finds out that Chris is dead Notes: Not requested. Don't worry tho, the next one will be a request
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3rd person PoV:
He couldn't think, he couldn't breath properly, his body felt numb.
In my eyes, indisposed In disguises no one knows Hides the face, lies the snake In the sun, in my disgrace Boiling heat, summer stench 'Neath the black the sky looks dead Call my name through the cream And I'll hear you scream again
Eddie lay down on his mattress as he listened to the song play in the background, the rhythmic sound of his teardrops falling to his pillowcase as if mimicking the sound of the music.
His body restricted his right to feel any emotions besides sadness and pain after the news that he had just heard. With every image of Chris that entered his mind, a wave of sadness enveloped him as quickly as a wave would when falling of his surfboard and a new batch of tears fell from his eyes, tap, tap, tapping against his pillowcase like raindrops hitting against an umbrella.
Eddie let out a shaky sigh that held back a restrained sob as he listened to the beautiful sound of his deceased friends voice. Staring up as the ceiling in a state of shock as if he couldn't hear the sounds of his bandmates knocking loudly at his door. He could only focus on his voice. Chris's voice.
Black hole sun Won't you come And wash away the rain Black hole sun Won't you come Won't you come (won't you come)
Eddie lay there numbly as the words played around in his mind and leaked more tears from his eyes, staining the skin on his cheek and dampening the fabric on his pillowcase. He didn't care, he did not wipe away the tears, he did not throw his pillow aside or control himself. If his friend had do go through all of that pain then he could feel a little too.
Stuttering, cold and damp Steal the warm wind, tired friend Times are gone for honest men And sometimes far too long for snakes In my shoes, a walking sleep And my youth, I pray to keep Heaven sent hell away
Eddie finally let out a sob as he focused on the next line that was sung.
No one sings like you anymore
And he couldn't think, he couldn't breath properly, his body felt numb.
Then the door slammed open.
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