A/N: This is my first fic concerning Lucy, and so if you could tell me if you think it's any good, I would appreciate that so much. I got this idea from icarus with steel wings's story 'Of Saints and Sinner' because I never would paired Lucy and Princeton. Lucy and KATE, maybe, but NEVER Lucy and Princeton.

There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

Well, this is it, isn't it? My little fantasy, despite how short it was, is completely demolished now that I've got to go, that I've been changed that that Monster has you again. All my life selling myself to men, and I realize that it wasn't worth it. Because you're always taken now, and we're not gonna go anywhere beyond this, a new-found platonic relationship.


There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
and there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

This whole one night that we've had together – even though it was just that, one night – made me realize that I was honestly in love with you, but I know you don't love me back, and I guess that isn't such a crime. But at least I've got some reminder of you.


And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...

Oh, how I wanted to stay with you, Princeton, but I couldn't have wasted the time. I was Lucy the slut then. I couldn't get all clingy on guys that I'd had sex with like you had with me, and now I regret having not done so. But you're so young, whereas I'm so … so old, it seems. We wouldn't ever work out, sweetheart. That's why I had to leave. If I would have stayed, I think I would have completely lost the small amount of sanity I had left.


There's a fine, fine line between together and not
And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...

There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

I should have gone after you while I had the chance. But what would that do for me now? But I feel I should at least tell you that I'm pregnant with your son. After I have him, you should come by to see him. He should know his father.