Disclaimer: Techically Disney doesn't own the newsies, considering many of them were real people… but that means I don't either. Yeah, that's what I was getting at.
Alex's Note: Keza's birthday was over a month ago. Therefore, I post her birthday fic now.
To Keza: Enjoy it, Sweetie. It's not as angsty as originally intended and I hope you like!
Shards of Scarlet
It's nice talking to you. Really, I feel sometimes like you're the only one that understands me; or maybe it's not even you at all but just the idea of you- but not in a bad way! I mean… you never have to say anything. Just the thought that you're listening is comforting, and I guess that's what I need right now: comfort.
It hurts, y'know, being stabbed through the heart; seeing the deep, blood red, shattered remains so carelessly spilled over a new, fresh, pape. When the one you love says to you, "Pie, not today," and turns and walks away with another. It hurts god dammit…
And then this is where I end up; here. With you. And suddenly everything is all better because you're here and I'm here and we're together and even though you're the one who hurt me in the first place just being with you makes it all better.
Y'see, Swifty? That's how much you mean to me. This has happened too many times and I don't know how many more times I can take it.
Especially if every time is going to be like this time and every other time in the past.
Where I'm alone.
Talking to myself.
Because you weren't there and you aren't here.