Hey Guys this is a one shot I wrote while I was feeling a little down, this celebrates my not-so-glorious return to writing after a couple of months.
PS. THIS! IS! SPARTA!
Heartache
The sunset silhouetted the windswept dunes of the desert. Three figures appeared atop a mid-sized dune, one reasonably tall, one a little taller then the first, the third small enough to be carried by the first. The Baudelaires surveyed the scene below them. Klaus had the thought that in this situation, he wished he had some sandpaper; it would make a good substitute for a map. Then he returned to his melancholy blue mood. The mobile home was 20 000 feet up in the sky, and with it the Quagmires. With them, he and his family had found shelter, comfort and companionship. They had had something that had been scarce in the past few months, friends. The Quagmires understood how they felt, the Quagmires had been willing to help them against Olaf, they had been taken captive for the sake of the Baudelaires and now the Quagmires were with Hector, up in the sky.
He had felt happy, safe and he had found love. Isadora Quagmire, the most beautiful girl he had ever met. She was a poet, a thinker, a dreamer. And now forever out of reach to him. All those things he wanted to say to her, all those things he wanted to do with her, all those moments he could be with her, forever gone. He felt sick and queasy, his heart pounded as if trying to beat the pain out of itself. Heartache is what they call it, it's a debilitating horrible feeling that sits somewhere between your chest and your stomach and drains you of energy. The inability to reach someone you love is paralysing, it gnaws away at you from the inside like aparasite. It makes you feel almost like life isn't worth living.
Klaus could still remember their first kiss, although it was around half a year ago, he remembered it well,
The orphan shack was quiet, Sunny was asleep, Violet was off doing something with Duncan, they had been pretty vague about what, although Klaus thought he could guess, the only other person for company was Isadora. Just then it had started to rain, really ferociously, not long after thunder roared and lightning flashed.Klaus hoped wherever Violet and Duncan were was undercover., Isadora walked through from the other room, Klaus didn't notice he was in such deep though. She looked down on him as he sat on his hay bale.
"Hello Klaus," Klaus blinked a few times clearing his head, "wake up,"
"What's the matter Izzy?"
"The storm,"
"What's wrong with the storm?"
"I'm scared of storms,"
"It's Ok everyone's afraid of storms at one stage or another?" Klaus replied although he didn't like storms particularly either. Isadora sat down on the hay bale with him, Klaus thought for a minute before speaking,
"You have no idea how unbelievably beautiful you look,"
"Well, with you around to tell me I don't need to know," Klaus chuckled, one of the reasons he secretly liked her was her sense of humour. She gently tried to burrow her hand into his.
"You like me don't you," The words were gone from Klaus' mouth before he even had time to think,"
"You could say that," Isadora chuckled before gently leaning across and kissing him, Klaus was in shock for the first three seconds of his first kiss, before going on to his second and then his third…
Klaus still smiled when he remembered that day. He wished Isadora was here with him, to help him with his future perils and experiences.
The wind picked up, blowing sand in his face and eyes. He shielded his face against the wind and as it passed it whispered a message from another place in his ear.
"I love you Klaus Baudelaire,"
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