Discalimer: I don't own, don't sue me.
Author's Note: The song mentioned is "Romeo & Juliet" by Dire Straits. I see this as Jack/Gwen, but it can be any Jack non slash ship. Please R&R, and enjoy the angst!
You run your fingers over the familiar words, rain pelting onto you relentlessly, dripping from your nose, hair, and fingertips. You close your eyes and trace the words again; you don't need to see them, don't even need to feel them, because you know them by heart. And you should. You chose them.
There really wasn't anything else you could have picked – how better could you have described such a life, such a love, and mostly such a loss?
The ground is quickly turning to mud, especially on this freshly dug and replaced patch of earth. Your shoes are soaked, but you don't notice. Or maybe you just don't care.
Your fingers curl on the grooves, trying to cling to them – to cling to her and your memories; trying to somehow pull her back from an incomprehensible abyss and back to you.
You effortlessly slide onto a dance floor, holding her close and whispering in her ear. That Dire Straits song that always seemed to pop up is playing in the background.
It's a classic, a piece of art that you have always appreciated but has always seemed so alien – so distant from your reality. Of course you've lost people before – but have you ever really had someone? Yes. Stupid question. You've always had people, at the very least had people after you, bet there have always been people. The real question is has anyone before her ever really, completely had you? Some people would call it a loaded question, but for you it's simple:
No. You'd never given yourself to anyone before her. You thought you had, but as soon as you were with her you realised you hadn't.
You take two quick steps, moving the two of you in a small circle and throwing her balance. You both laugh and you lean down to her ear, your lips almost brushing it and your warm breath tickling it.
"I don't think you've ever cried but I love you more than the stars."
"Well, you do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you?" She jokes.
"I try." You grin, and at this moment it strikes you how completely normal the two of you are, how completely happy. You thought it would last.
A clap of thunder shakes you out of the heady memory and you notice – for the first time – the storm above you.
The skies are mourning, you think bitterly. And they should. It's the least that can happen – you still can't work out why the Earth is still turning. What is there without her?
You don't move, you have absolutely no desire to do anything except crouch right here, tracing these nine words.
No, that's not true – you want to die. You wish you could die. Because anything would hurt less than this. More rain falls from your nose, this time mixed with salty tears.
You clamp your eyes shut in an attempt to block the pain, but they fly open when all you see is her. They land on the words, and you wish you could escape them too, for they send fresh washes of grief over you.
You bite your lip against a fresh onslaught of tears but sob instead. The words flow from your lips in broken notes that don't do your voice or the song justice.
"It was just that the time was wrong, Juliet."