Just a random, short oneshot I thought of!
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He walked me to my car, I opened the door, slid in and just as I was about to drive away Jane stopped me.
"Goodbye, Lisbon."
I knew I would see him again, I mean, we worked together, so why did his goodbye sound like forever?
"Goodbye Jane."
And I drove away.
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Jane
I was running out of time. Running out of words, running out of ways to apologize, gifts to give, promises to break. I was running out of seconds, days, years. I was running out of ways to make her understand that this was the only way I knew how to end this. I was running out of tears, love, heartbreak. I was running anywhere.
I got into my car, I didn't stop to think it over, to think of the impact this would have on the people I- not loved, I lost the ability to love when I lost my family, my world, my life. The impact on the people that mattered to me. That cared about me.
So I left. Like the coward I was I drove, away from California, I drove until I forgot all their names, forgot what I was leaving behind, forgot every promise I'd ever made. (I will always be there for you.) Yeah, right.
My cell phone was ringing off the hook. I rented a hotel room, then turned it off. Then I thought better of it, I pulled it towards me and listened to the messages. Her angry words lulled me to sleep.
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Lisbon
I could never remember being this angry before. I paced around the CBI snarling at anyone who got in the way, where was he? He hadn't been into work for two days and as much as I hated to admit it I was very, very worried. I slid into my car and drove the three hours to Malibu. I pulled up in front of his house. Before I even got out I knew that he was gone.
I cautiously walked up the stairs, his house was like a skeleton, you could tell that it had once been very, very beautiful, but now it was empty, stripped of any life it might have once held. I walked, into the bedroom, bedroom, calling that room a bedroom was like calling a closet a mansion. A bloody grin smiled down on the mattress.
I sank down the wall, coming to rest on the floor. And I cried. I cried like I hadn't cried in years. I cried because I loved him. I loved him with every shattered piece of my broken heart.
I stood up and got a bucket of paint from the shed.
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