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| “…I was lost until you found me.” [Stroke of Luck; Garbage] Stroke of Luck is my first story back after an extensive break from writing; I hope it lives up to everyone’s expectations. Stroke of Luck is the name of a Garbage song, which I guess hit close enough to home to get me writing again. The story is about finding love in unlikely places and it basically being there all along, and it was just something the one or both parties overlooked. The fiction is based around a Spike and Buffy story line, which is my favourite shipper to write for. It is set in place of the season five final, so there is quite possibly some major spoilers although I have tried to say as far away from the spoilers I have read as possible. But please everyone be aware that I do live in Australia and I have only at this point seen up to around the half way point of the season. [Stroke of Luck] [Hanging by threads of palest silver | I could have stayed that way forever | Bad blood and ghosts wrapped right around me | Nothing could ever seem to touch me | I lose what I love most | Did you know I was lost until you found me?] [Stroke of luck of gift from god… | Hand of fate or devils claws… | From below or saints above | You came to me] [Here come the cold again | I feel it closing in | Its falling down | All around me falling] [You say that you’ll be there to catch me | Or will you only try to trap me? | Here are the rules I make | Our chains were meant to break | You’ll never change me] [Here come the cold again | I feel it closing in | Your falling down | All around me falling] [Stroke of luck of gift from god… | Hand of fate or devils claws… | From below or saints above… | You come to me now] [Don’t ask me why? | Don’t even try!] [Stroke of luck of gift from god… | Hand of fate or devils claws… | From below or saints above… | You came to me] [Here come the cold again | I feel it closing in | Its falling down | All around me falling] [Falling… Falling… Falling… Falling… Falling… Falling… Falling… Falling… Falling] “Do you wanna hear my theory? Life is Short!” [Buffy, Welcome to the hellmouth season one] It can’t be said better than that. I am not going to bore you with details of my life because I will more than likely fall asleep if I have to tell the story again. All I will say is that in the year 2000 I found out that there was defiantly a hell and it was here on earth. Just after New Year I hit my lowest low for a while and I was on downward spiral. It was an interesting feeling, and one I hope I shall never have to experience again for the rest of my days. I had lost myself. No, I guess a better way of putting it would be a piece of me had been taken away and I could not find it. I had sold myself to be with someone I thought I loved. I knew nothing of love. Everything fell apart, nothing had any meaning. This website, became all I lived for and I could not even be motivated to build that. Then one day I saw something that had been in front of me all along but I had not seen. No, something I had chosen to ignore to get what I thought I wanted. It was a feeling that pulled me from my hell and gave me hope. As it turns out the person who was responsible for this, was also falling in a hole, and the hand that he had given me to cling to, I gave back to him. We saved each other; we found each other and we remain together today. I shall not mention names that would be unfair, all I will say is that he was my saving grace, he is my stroke of luck, and I would not be surprised if he was my gift from god. There is no way that I deserve him, and I have no idea why he puts up with my insanity, but I thank god he does. It’s had to look back on what happened now, and the only way I can do it and remain sane is to look at that part of my life like someone else was living it. Someone else gave up her individuality and her spirit because a male wanted to tame the shrew. And yes I was a shrew then and yes I have returned to being the shrew that I once was. But it is a part of me that, for reasons I can’t understand, is loved. I am myself again. The chains of my past have been broken and cast off, and no one will ever change me again. I suppose the purpose of this is to let others know that there is always something better if you are unhappy and all you have to do is look for it. There is someone that will love you for who you are. There is no reason to change, because if you do, anything that they feel will not be real. They will be in love with a lie. In our darkest hours it is hard to look for the light at the end of the tunnel, but mark my words, it is there. When you are alone sitting in the dark, know that there is someone doing exactly the same thing, wishing on the same stars, embracing the silence enjoying the same dark. It may sound corny and like a fairy tale, but it is the honest truth. The trick is to keep believing and to look in the last place you expect to find love and comfort. Things are never hopeless; sometimes all you need do is open your eyes. I know how easy it is to overlook someone or something, but luckily for me I got a second chance. I hope that you enjoy this story, and o would like to close by thanking my Stroke of Luck for pulling me out of my hole. Without who’s support, I doubt I would have ever got my spirit back. I hope it’s worth the trouble. |
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