*joey*

[sleepydaklown.livejournal.com]

ok... big fan of Joey and I hardely get to see stories involving him...

so my request is... Joey/female/cheating with either guy or girl/confrintation also would be great (Thank you whoever fills it.)

this is the first time I have requested anything or really been here hat long but whoever came up with this idea is number one in my book cause I love the community so far.

Comments

[wannabonefatone.livejournal.com]

Who do you want to have been the cheater? Joey or the female? :)

[sleepydaklown.livejournal.com]

Joey... I want tha chick to find them...

[wannabonefatone.livejournal.com]

okidokie! It may take me a few days, but I'll try to get something done :)

[sleepydaklown.livejournal.com]

-geeked- I work alot so this will be a great end to my day...

-waits quietly-

When Sorry Is Not Enough

[ginabeth.livejournal.com]

Hope this is what you had in mind....

She entered the room. The one they had shared for the past five years. The wine she had been carrying now lay at her feet, the red liquid seeping into the white carpet as if it was her very blood seeping from her. The vision before her was one that had haunted her since the day she met him and yet, she had trusted him with her heart, had given it to him, along with all else that was inherently her. He lay on the bed, the bed where they had consummated their marriage, the bed where they had created their children, the bed on which she lay beside him each night as he whispered proclamations of love and forever. It no longer held those elated memories. No. It was now the scene of his deceit, of her every fear come true. She couldn’t move though every thing inside her begged for her to run, to turn from him, to turn from the pain that now ripped through her. It seemed as though time stood frozen though the ticking of the wall clock mocked her and reminded her otherwise. She watched as he approached and still she was immobile.

“Baby…” His hand reached out. She felt his soft touch on her, but the pain she felt from his embrace was as if he had struck her. Their eyes met, hers green, his brown. She could see his guilt, his regret, his sorrow, his apology. Her heart broke and rivers of tears began to journey down her cheeks. She gave a sad smile and they both knew that the life they had built together was over. His head fell as she turned and walked away.

Re: When Sorry Is Not Enough

[sleepydaklown.livejournal.com]

you are so very sweet thank you... I love it