Jeez. Looks like midnight is my writing hour. How inconvenient but writerly. More freeverse, but Sarah-centric. This is me trying to convince myself not to hate her. Ermph.
EDIT: OHYES. This is my tenth FF. EVER. DOUBLE DIGITS Y'ALL. *booty dance of awesomeness*
Disclaimer: I am not Pittacus Lore. I am mostdefinitelyhuman, to my ever-loving chagrin.
if
she loves him
she knows she does
she loves him
she does
...
if she loves him
it shouldn't matter that everyone
thinks he's a
wantedfugitive
a terrorist
that he blew up the school
and godknowswhatelse
because she loves him
and that's all that should matter
...
if she loves him,
it shouldn't bother her
that everyone whispers about her
behind their hands
that skank,
slut,
whore
I bet she knew he was a terrorist
but was so busy giving him a blow job
that she didn't care he was blowing up
buildings
because she loves him
and that's all that she should care about
...
if she loves him
it shouldn't make a difference
that she has no friends
that her parents don't trust her
and that nobody makes
eyecontact
with her anymore
because she loves him
and his eyes are the only that should matter
...
if she loves him
there should be no
ifs
no shoulds
no doubt or worry
but there is
and if she loved him
there wouldn't be.
