Here is my new story that will NOT follow the happenings of the new season. Ahhhh, new season! Anyway, this is a song fic based on the song, All We'd Ever Need (hence the title) by Lady Antebellum. I don't own the song or show. Enjoy!
Boy it's been all this time
And I can't get you off my mind
And nobody knows but me
It's been three years since I saw him last. Since I've talked to him last.
Three years and he's still there in the back of my head. Memories and hopes pounding through my daydreams and dreams.
I shouldn't be missing him so much because he broke my heart.
No explanation was even given to help me understand.
He started to pull away. Eventually, he just gave up.
Nothing was said except, "We can't do this anymore." I can't do this anymore.
Nothing was denied.
Nothing was fought for.
Nothing was even answered.
But questions were asked.
And tears were shed.
I stare at your photograph
Still sleep in the shirt you left
And nobody knows it but me
Because we spent so much time together, he is everywhere.
The pictures I keep as memories of them. Him. That one specific picture, that I find myself staring blankly at just remembering different things or holding to my chest as I cry, of the time he gave me a ring for my birthday.
The ring.
It's pathetic; it really is because it's been three fucking years, and that shirt is still my favorite.
It isn't hidden in the back of my closet. No, there would be no point to that.
It's kept folded nicely on my made bed in the cleanliness of my room.
Cleanliness: A habit I picked up during our time together.
The piece of cloth is kept that way until about ten at night when I finally make my way back into bed after a tiring day, and it returns there every morning.
Some are better than the next. Most Tuesdays through Thursdays are quiet enough for my mind to drift back to a happier time that just stresses me out and tires me more than the training of amateurs itself.
So when I finally crawl into bed, I'm exhausted.
But my dreams are always there to remind me.
They're something I can always count on.
Everyday I wipe my tears away
So many nights I've prayed for you to say...
I can still remember one of the worst days of my grief.
It was about a year ago. The anniversary of so many things.
Our first day...
And our last.
I was teaching a ten-year-old girl how to stand on a board when Ryan ran out of the surfing center.
I had cried every day for the last two years away. So I made absolute sure I was busy on that specific day, for well known reasons, so I didn't have time to be interrupted. So I didn't have time to think.
*FLASHBACK*
"Kono! I think you should see this," he calls not waiting to reach me and spinning around on his heels to dart back inside.
There's something in his voice that stops me from griping about the interruption.
Holding my hand out to the young girl, we make our way inside.
The TV volume is cranked up on the news as a picture of my cousin flashes onto the screen.
"Lieutenant Chin Ho Kelly of Five-0 was found bloodied and bruised after a hostage situation involving a local gang was resolved this afternoon. Reports say he will be fine; he's just in need of some rest."
As the story ends, I'm already dialing my number one speed dial.
The ringing goes on as I chew my nails waiting for him to answer.
The ring before the voicemail would pick up starts but is halted as the phone is answered.
"Chin Ho Kelly's phone," he answers.
I gasp slightly, but I can't get myself to hang up. Tears prick my eyes as the silence continues.
"Kono?" He finally asks.
I stay quiet until he sighs.
"Kono, I know it's you. Caller ID."
"Is he okay?" I ask quickly clearing my throat realizing that I sound exactly like I have been crying.
Steve doesn't answer right away.
Finally he says, "Yeah, he's good. Like they said, bloodied and bruised. He's asleep right now."
"Good," I sigh in relief wiping my hands over my face.
"Kono-" But I interrupt him.
"Just let him know I called," I say quietly before hanging up without even waiting for a reply.
Sighing heavily, I place my phone back on the counter.
"Everything okay?" Ryan asks looking up from entertaining Molly.
I smile weakly. "Yeah, everything's fine."
He stands up as I reach for the girl to go back to the water's edge.
"We both know that's not true," he simply states as I open the door.
I pause at the door and look back over my shoulder. We hold each other's gaze until Molly tugs on my hand and says she wants to go back outside.
Smiling down at her, I go through the door, Ryan's words haunting me for many days and nights to come.
*END FLASHBACK*
Maybe I should have let him talk to me over the phone.
It would be easier than talking face-to-face even though that's not going to happen either.
Maybe he would have explained himself.
Because everyday I wipe my tears away.
And so many nights I've prayed that he would say something to stop my heart from shattering.
There's the first chapter! I highly suggest listening to this song not only because this story is based off of it but because it's amazing. I don't know when I will update next so sorry if I keep you waiting. I hope you liked it, and please review!
