Disclaimer: The ER characters aren't mine. The story is mine.
Notes: I don't know why I'm posting this. Ah, well, this is what a bored,
dejected, bitter, sleep-deprived luby in a strange funk comes up with when
confronted to writer's block on longer stuff.
***
He saw her with him an awful lot more. It didn't take a Nobel prize winner
to figure out what was going on. Luka wondered when it had started. He
wondered also why she hadn't told him, why she'd tried to keep it from him.
Why she had become so avoidant of him. He hated not knowing. He hated having
to guess. He hated not being able to refrain himself from guessing. He
guessed it had been roughly two months now. He guessed there'd been an
attraction since long before that. He guessed she felt more comfortable to
talk around him. He guessed she was over him, or nearly there. In a way he
hoped she was. And he hoped she was happy at last. He hoped she'd have no
regrets. He guessed he should move on. But he wasn't sure. He could swear
that her laugh, now heard too often to be sincere, sounded hollower than it
should be. And he could swear the glint he'd had too few opportunities to
see in her eyes when she used to smile, was hardly ever there at all anymore
when she smiled now. He could swear upon the welfare of the world, that when
he watched her from a distance and she was alone, she never looked as happy
as she would have the rest of them all believe. He thought he knew, deep
down, that she was lonely, deep down.
He hoped he was wrong.
***
Notes: I don't know why I'm posting this. Ah, well, this is what a bored,
dejected, bitter, sleep-deprived luby in a strange funk comes up with when
confronted to writer's block on longer stuff.
***
He saw her with him an awful lot more. It didn't take a Nobel prize winner
to figure out what was going on. Luka wondered when it had started. He
wondered also why she hadn't told him, why she'd tried to keep it from him.
Why she had become so avoidant of him. He hated not knowing. He hated having
to guess. He hated not being able to refrain himself from guessing. He
guessed it had been roughly two months now. He guessed there'd been an
attraction since long before that. He guessed she felt more comfortable to
talk around him. He guessed she was over him, or nearly there. In a way he
hoped she was. And he hoped she was happy at last. He hoped she'd have no
regrets. He guessed he should move on. But he wasn't sure. He could swear
that her laugh, now heard too often to be sincere, sounded hollower than it
should be. And he could swear the glint he'd had too few opportunities to
see in her eyes when she used to smile, was hardly ever there at all anymore
when she smiled now. He could swear upon the welfare of the world, that when
he watched her from a distance and she was alone, she never looked as happy
as she would have the rest of them all believe. He thought he knew, deep
down, that she was lonely, deep down.
He hoped he was wrong.
***