A/N: This is a challenge, nothing too big, just write Carby... Well, I'm a Luby... so see where the challenge resides? Well, just because I don't like Carby doesn't mean I will do a half-ass job. I actually think this will be good. R&R please:)
Disclaimer: Not Mine
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The shadow on her ceiling changed again. His lean figure no longer remained, now the shadow of a passing car was dancing across her bedroom walls. She sighed and rolled over. This was getting ridiculous.
She would see his figure, feel his breath, smell his shampoo; or at least she thought she did. Logically, she couldn't. He was half-way around the world with that women... Kem.
She didn't know Kem, she couldn't honestly judge her. But, being Abby Lockhart, she did judge her. Not because she was a bad person, but because she was dating her Carter... her John.
The thought of him caused an ache in her chest. She had really fucked things up. Had she not said certain things, picked him over others, or been there for him they might still thrive off of each other. No, now she was just thriving off his memory. If that wasn't pathetic, she didn't know what was.
She rolled over in her bed again, unable to face the side that once held his sleeping form. His beautiful sleeping form. God, he was gorgeous. His brown tusseled hair, puppy dog eyes. His hands. Oh his hands, they had once touched her. Always leaving a soft dull ache wanting more. He was gentle, his kisses pure.
These thoughts made it hard for her to breathe. She couldn't lay down, she couldn't think... she just wanted him. His strength to take away her fears, his cocky smile, his love. That was all she wanted, that was all she needed to thrive-
A shrill ring broke her thoughts and silence, glancing towards the clock she saw it was three in the morning. She picked up the phone, "Hello?" Her voice was tired, dull. Soon she heard the voice on the other end. Just the sound and her voice grew thick and husky. "Carter," a smile seeped through her lips, "I missed you."