Disclaimer – I don't own ER…though I wish I did…
Summary – Ray's thoughts at the end of Strange Bedfellows.
A/N – my first ER fic, hope you guys like it! I just couldn't resist some Ray angst! Don't forget to leave a review!
As I watch the taxi drive away it starts raining. A fitting weather I think as the only girl I've ever loved has just slipped away.
I hold the shirt she shoved back at me in my hand. The shirt she wore for a month. My shirt.
The drops splash on my face. It's getting cold here.
So cold.
I look away from the road just to land my eyes on a couple on the sidewalk kissing, wishing it was me, with her. I feel so cold right now.
I enter our-my apartment and close the door behind me. Gently. I walk to the fridge and grab a beer, a loyal friend. I sit on the couch sipping from my beer. My hair is wet and water drips down into my eyes. Or perhaps those are tears? I cannot tell, numbness has taken over me and I didn't even finish my first beer.
I reach to my side and grab the remote control. I click to open the TV, and what I see makes my stomach churn.
Celebrity poker.
Her show.
I shut the TV and look around. Everything here reminds me of her. Can someone feel any more hurt? I notice the shirt is still clutched in my hand. I toss it away. Just like she had tossed me.
That's how I feel.
Cold.
That's what I feel.
Hurt.
That's how I feel.
A/N – a bit short, I know….but I just couldn't resist! Review anyone?