AN/ I actually do not mind Aislinn, however this kind of came to me, so I wrote it down. My apologies if it is awful (:
New Year's and there is no one there. Nothing but a taste of sunshine and the feel of it on his skin. He stares up at the ceiling, trying so hard not to think. But he does, he always does, so much, too much, always far, far too much, always of her.
He would love to know what he even wants, but he wants two things and they are irreconcilable.
Firstly he wants her, Aislinn in his arms, forever. But right now she is not, and often it seems that she rarely is, instead she is forever with Keenan, that damned beautiful faery, her damned beautiful faery king.
Secondly he wants to let her go. He feels as though this is too much, he can take it no longer. She is never here, and sometimes it seems as though she is no longer his anyway. Sometimes he thinks it would be easier for both of them if they moved on. She could go join faery-boy and he could go out, find someone else, get a life. For now he has no-one and nothing but her because he gave it all up for her and her faery drama and she never even noticed, never once said thank you.
And so he lies there, listening to the fireworks without opening his eyes, let alone going out to see them. He lies there as he does most nights, trying to come to a decision. He knows the one he will choose, he just needs to do it , and that it the hardest part, for every night he tells himself that he will do it tomorrow. All he wants is one more night. Always.
Maybe he feels her thoughts as they turn to him for a brief moment as the first firework goes off. Maybe he feels her wonder what he is doing now while she sits next to her king, holding his hand under the table, smiling serenely at her, their, faeries.