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Song fic of sorts for Imogen Heap's—Half Life….

This is my first break up fic…I don't think these should exist. But I wrote on jut because I could.

Reid and Review please? Make my week?

"My self worth measured in text back tempo-

It's been 2 days * 8 minutes too slow."— Imogen Heap: Half Life

Reid slips his hands on the sleeves of his sweater, wrapping himself in the green cords of yarn.

His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he paces, face flush with emotion.

He hasn't gotten an answer…

2 days eight minutes 7 seconds.

Reid knew he'd get like this— attached.

How could he not? HE was everything Reid wanted, and once he got the physical, he didn't want to let go.

The front door creaks as it opens; Morgan sets his bag at the front door, shutting it firmly behind him.

Tears prick at the corners of Reid's eyes.

Big boys don't cry— How many times had his father told him that?

Twice.

Morgan says nothing as he makes his way to Reid's kitchen, the coffee pot. Reid's gaze lingers on Morgan's rumpled shirt, unkempt hair, blood shot eyes.

Reid jumps as Morgan slams a mug on the counter top.

"What do you want from me?" Morgan's voice is hard, spitfire as Reid digs the blunt of his nails into his own palms, leaving tiny crescents in their absence.

"W-what do I want?" Reid's incredulous. "Does it even register n your conscious? You're"—Reid's voice cracks as he tries to swallow the mass collecting in his throat.

"Hurting me." He's broken; a limp doll as e sinks down into the kitchen chair. Morgan's face screws as Reid's shoulders shake.

"Reid, come on kid, look at me.: Morgan's voice is an anchor, something to hold on to as Red looks up, eyes rimmed red.

"It's happening just as you said it would. I know you never promised me anything more than this. You told me …" Reid looks at his hands. "I'm a Vegas boy I knew the odds were against me. I'd never win." Reid clears his throat.

"Yet here I am." A melancholy smile splays on Reid's lips. "I'm still here and so are you. That's got to count for something, right?" Reid's voice is tired from the strain. Morgan shuts down, scrubbing an open palm across his face.

"Reid, you're perfect and I'm"—Morgan huffs, "I can't do this! I can't be who you want me to be. I can't be the man that loves another man, who loves his best friend. That can't be me!" Morgan spews, pounding his palm against the counter.
Reid shivers.

"You, Pretty Boy, you'll never be lonely, you'll always find someone to love you. It just can't…be me. Not the way that you want me." Morgan stares at his feet as Reid curls deeper onto himself.

"I- know…I know there's others, but I still like to pretend…"Reid bites his lips, willing himself not to cry, to throw himself at Morgan's feet.

"That I'm the one you really want to grow old with." He whispers, hoarse.

Morgan's chest seizes- because deep down…

He can't be honest with himself. Can't let down those walls.

Abs what would the others think? His mama, his sisters, his friend, co-workers, outsiders?

It's too much to think about. Maybe before Carl… before the thought was defiled, it could have been.

Morgan has to be content in living a half life.

"Reid. " Morgan says softly. Reid sniffled as he looks Morgan in the eye.

Hold me, make it better, please. His eyes seemed to plead.

"I came to…I'm sorry." Morgan's shoulders slump as Reid's face deflates.

Bodies in motion stay in motion until a greater force acts upon it—stopping the motion.

Reid shuts his eyes, tucking into himself as Morgan disappears like a puff of smoke, only the lingering cloud of feeling left as proof he was ever there.

A/N: Hope everyone has a nice spring break…if not, just be happy? For me?

Reviews would be appreciated.