I was on the bus leaving college, headed back to my apartment and listening to my IPOD when the song "Almost Lover" by A Fine Frenzy came on. Well, it's currently one of my absolute favorite songs right now, so I figured I would write a one-shot to the song. Let me know what you think.
She lay there, on her bed, in her apartment. Her eyes were red and puffy. She felt like crying but she thought that maybe she had already extinguished the tears her body was able to make. Memories replayed in her head. She wanted them to stop, but it didn't work. She could almost feel his touch on her skin. They had traveled to California the summer after their freshman year at university. It had been her dad's treat. He didn't buy her a graduation present, so he decided to do this for her. She could bring a friend and he had begged her. So, she said yes. She knew he would be thrilled to see Hollywood and to lay on the beach with all the bikini clad girls. One afternoon they were laying on the beach. She was reading and he was bored. They had grown much closer the past year. Much closer than even friends. But she wasn't ready to talk about it with him. The palm trees were swaying in the wind and she put down her book to look at their beauty. They were so different and foreign to her. That's when he started tickling her. They played around for a while but when their laughing stopped, his fingertips stayed on her arm, caressing across her skin.
All the images she remembered were dancing across her closed eyelids. One day, in the fall of their sophomore year, she was sitting in his apartment. He had called her over to show her a new song he wrote. Apparently she had inspired it. It was a beautiful, slow song. Normally his voice was average, but singing this, it was like an angel's. She remembered a certain look that was almost sadness in his eyes. At that moment she did not now if they were ever going to be more than friends.
More tears fell. He kept calling her everyday lately and he just didn't get it. She didn't want to talk to him. It would hurt her more. He had built her up just to let her fall. She remembered a certain time in the spring of her sophomore year. He asked her to walk to a local coffee shop right off campus. The only problem was it was so crowded on campus, and they had to get through that first. He pulled her along behind him as he weaved in and out of of the students. A young guy, probably a freshman, was playing his guitar on the sidewalk. That's when he instantly stopped them and took her in his arms and began to dance with her. He never said a word, he just winked at her. The soft melody had them dancing very slow and very close.
She closed her eyes as a pain shot through her stomach. Those memories were not good for her at all. She remembered their first kiss. Coincidentally their last. It happened the day he was leaving. She had tried to talk him out of it, but being picked up by the Canucks was something that didn't happen every day and he had to take it. That meant he would be 4,620 km* away. She remembered his last words to her. That he would never forget her. She also remembered that he mad no promises to ever see her or them to ever visit.
He didn't call her for almost a month. He never once returned a phone call from her. That's when she gave up. She wrote him a last letter telling him goodbye once and for all. Now he constantly called, wanting them to be friends. All she wanted was for him to be happy and she thought that maybe he would want the same for her, but she guessed she was wrong. If he wanted that then he would stop calling. She had to get over him and he wasn't letting her. She tried not to think about him, but he wouldn't let her be. She should have seen the heart break coming. She had seen every other girl get her heart broken by him. That was just his nature. But she thought she was different, she thought that maybe, perhaps, they were meant for each other. Now she could never go to the ocean or walk that street or even wake up in the morning without him on her mind. He was gone and she was haunted. She figured that he was just fine. He hadn't given her a thought for a month, he must be doing great on the west side of Canada. Did she really make it that easy to walk in and out of her life? She decided to text him one last thing.
Goodbye my almost lover, goodbye my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be? So long my luckless romance. My back is turned on you. Should've known you'd bring me heartache, almost lovers always do.
She clicked send and closed her phone. She didn't want to wait for his reply. She laid her phone down, picked up her wallet, and left her apartment. She was tired of losing sleep over him. Of not going out anymore, of missing class. No, she was not going to do that anymore, if he didn't care, neither would she.
If I get good reviews, I'm thinking of making it a two-shot. The second from Derek's point of view. Not sure yet, but just let me know what y'all think and I just might! :D
*4,620 km - for us American's, imagine the USA, it's roughly from New York to Washinton state. Also 1 day and 19 hours by car, 35 days and 20 hours if you're walking! Roughly 2,870 miles.
