Not Hers

Summary: He wasn't hers. Not anymore. Duncan/Courtney.

Time might have passed, but it was very easy for him to remember what he loved most about her.

It had seemed trivial, insignificant at the time. He never really realized that it was what he had sought after for a long time. While he had always tried to convince himself of others reasons he loved her, of what he missed about her, like her perfect curves, or her feverish kisses, or the way her lips moved when she spoke to him, there was always one thing that he needed more.

No matter what, there was one quality he always missed more than all those others things that made her who he loved.

Her attention.

Having her eyes on him, looking at him with hatred or disgust or lust, speaking to him rudely or demanding or with seduction, he missed the way she was to him. He missed that level of focus that she dedicated to him.

And now she wouldn't even look at him. If there was one thing worse than Courtney being so upset with him that she cried, it would have to be the fact that she wouldn't even flicker her eyes on him, would never even spare him a passing glance.

The way she ignored him hurt him more than anything else ever could.

Didn't they once have something? The fact that he threw it all away ate at him a little more each day, as he tried to stuff it all to the back of his mind, as he failed, as it came to come and strike him and smack him with self pity and hatred and break him a little more each and every time he thought of her name.

Wasn't she once his? Didn't she once want him to be hers? Didn't she once let him have her as much as she could, let him touch her in ways, let him kiss places she had never felt before? Hadn't she spoken to him when she was crying, when she was hurt, when she believed that he could fix anything?

And he hadn't fixed anything. He had ruined it all. Because in the end, he left her broken, brokenhearted, a broken soul, a broken voice that didn't know how to speak anymore.

She wasn't his anymore. She was out of reach, out of his touch, so far away that even when they were inches apart it was like he wasn't even there. She no longer looked at him with anger or want or hatred or a loving stare. She never looked. She never did anything. Just… nothing. As though she didn't care.

As that she didn't even care that he wasn't hers. Not anymore.

A/N: -blows nose as tears run down face- I really, really need a life :(

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