Freak ~A Johnlock story~

He wasn't always this way. He used to be so full of life. So energetic and in love. With me. Now it just seems strange knowing he isn't the way others perceive him. He is wonderful, like the Suns light hitting the face of the moon. His pearly skin contrasting against his pearly skin. If he was a woman I'd go as far to call him Snow White but he isn't a woman. That's what makes him so goddamn attractive. He looks like a fairytale princess turned prince. Making him all that more magical.

I would definitely say that I love him, and that he loves me. Except lately he's been been distant, pulled away.

I'm starting to forget the valleys and mountains of his hands. His soft and callused palms. I'm starting to forget the taste of his lips. His pink Cupids bow lips that taste so much of himself. I need him like a drug and he knows it. He knew it the moment he first deduced me.

Yes I may scream at him or say obscene things when he angers me but he knows I don't mean a word of it. I know he loves me, I do, but it kills me when he doesn't say it. When he looks at me like a stranger. I know I crossed the line, I was angry and drunk and tired.

I should have never have said it, except I did. I called him a freak.