A/N: I know this is probably gonna be kinda hard to read, cuz I didn't put
in quotes or anything. And I didn't make new paragraphs for dialogue, but I
don't know. This just kinda fits with the mood. Maybe I'm just freaking
crazy. But you're all smart! Lol.
Vaughn did not deserve to die. A tear slid down her left cheek, and landed on the picture frame. The picture frame. Now bare and empty, reflecting her very feelings. Even Francie noticed. And got the usual forced answer. My job is tiring me out. Bankruptcies. Will knew the reason - partly. Someone died.that he got. What he didn't know, was that that "someone" had died helping her.in personal matters. This "someone" was her only true confidant. Her friend. Her guardian angel. And that he had died helping her find the person who killed his father - her mother. The irony never failed to get her.
Syd, honey.tell me what's wrong. - That's when she burst. Francie, why can't you just leave me alone? Do you want to know? Really, do you? Fine. My friend, a co-worker, who has been [I]nothing[/I] but supportive.has died. I killed him! I killed him.Yes I did. Shut up Francie.you don't know. You don't know what happened. I killed him. I agreed to let him come with me. It's my fault.I acted suspicious.it's all my fault. All mine.No! I don't need any goddamn tissues! His name was Michael, Francie. Michael Vaughn.
Francie left. Like everyone else in my life, she thought. Had to go to work - Hey, isn't that my line?
The phone rang. That incessant tone. She didn't want to pick up, knowing the awful truth.that the words "Joey's Pizza" would never be heard coming from the other end again. Who would have guessed? That these two senseless words would come to mean so much?
Stop ringing! One minute, the phone was on her nightstand, and the next, it was on the floor. The only thing attaching the receiver to the cradle was the cord. - Hello? Sydney? - a faint male voice was heard.Vaughn?.no.her father. - Sydney? - Shut up! She yelled. Surprisingly loud and clear. - I don't want anyone calling unless it's him! - Jack stopped talking. Seemingly, he got the message.
.maybe not.she thought, minutes later. She could hear his distinctly clear footsteps in the kitchen. Francie.why didn't you lock it?
She did not acknowledge him, no even when he stood right in front of her. The gray coat and black shoes. - Sydney.I know - No you don't! You couldn't possibly know! - I know you can't keep living like this. Not answering your calls.You're acting more like a child now than you did when you were young! - Like you would know!
He shook his head. Sydney, I can't help you. I know that. You have to help yourself. And with that, he was out the door.
What if I don't want to help myself? She looked down at the picture frame.
Syd, I'm home. - Hey Francie. In that toneless voice.
The doorbell rang. Muffled voices. Probably Will. Don't bother me.
Syd.I've got a present for you! - Francie, stop with the enthusiasm. I don't want to see Will.
I'm not Will.
She looks up, shocked. That voice.those beautiful green eyes.No, definitely not Will. A slight smile crawls onto her face. Then tears fall from the tired brown eyes. - Are you real?
A nod is all it takes for her to jump off the bed. And run into his arms.
He is real.
Wow, that was really short. And BTW, I think you've figured this out.but.I don't like sad endings. They always make me cry.
Vaughn did not deserve to die. A tear slid down her left cheek, and landed on the picture frame. The picture frame. Now bare and empty, reflecting her very feelings. Even Francie noticed. And got the usual forced answer. My job is tiring me out. Bankruptcies. Will knew the reason - partly. Someone died.that he got. What he didn't know, was that that "someone" had died helping her.in personal matters. This "someone" was her only true confidant. Her friend. Her guardian angel. And that he had died helping her find the person who killed his father - her mother. The irony never failed to get her.
Syd, honey.tell me what's wrong. - That's when she burst. Francie, why can't you just leave me alone? Do you want to know? Really, do you? Fine. My friend, a co-worker, who has been [I]nothing[/I] but supportive.has died. I killed him! I killed him.Yes I did. Shut up Francie.you don't know. You don't know what happened. I killed him. I agreed to let him come with me. It's my fault.I acted suspicious.it's all my fault. All mine.No! I don't need any goddamn tissues! His name was Michael, Francie. Michael Vaughn.
Francie left. Like everyone else in my life, she thought. Had to go to work - Hey, isn't that my line?
The phone rang. That incessant tone. She didn't want to pick up, knowing the awful truth.that the words "Joey's Pizza" would never be heard coming from the other end again. Who would have guessed? That these two senseless words would come to mean so much?
Stop ringing! One minute, the phone was on her nightstand, and the next, it was on the floor. The only thing attaching the receiver to the cradle was the cord. - Hello? Sydney? - a faint male voice was heard.Vaughn?.no.her father. - Sydney? - Shut up! She yelled. Surprisingly loud and clear. - I don't want anyone calling unless it's him! - Jack stopped talking. Seemingly, he got the message.
.maybe not.she thought, minutes later. She could hear his distinctly clear footsteps in the kitchen. Francie.why didn't you lock it?
She did not acknowledge him, no even when he stood right in front of her. The gray coat and black shoes. - Sydney.I know - No you don't! You couldn't possibly know! - I know you can't keep living like this. Not answering your calls.You're acting more like a child now than you did when you were young! - Like you would know!
He shook his head. Sydney, I can't help you. I know that. You have to help yourself. And with that, he was out the door.
What if I don't want to help myself? She looked down at the picture frame.
Syd, I'm home. - Hey Francie. In that toneless voice.
The doorbell rang. Muffled voices. Probably Will. Don't bother me.
Syd.I've got a present for you! - Francie, stop with the enthusiasm. I don't want to see Will.
I'm not Will.
She looks up, shocked. That voice.those beautiful green eyes.No, definitely not Will. A slight smile crawls onto her face. Then tears fall from the tired brown eyes. - Are you real?
A nod is all it takes for her to jump off the bed. And run into his arms.
He is real.
Wow, that was really short. And BTW, I think you've figured this out.but.I don't like sad endings. They always make me cry.