Disclaimer: Why lord do you make me suffer this torment? I can no longer live, knowing that what I love can never be mine! – A tad over dramatic y'think? Oh well, if the show was mine… well, it isn't, Katyeee. Stop dreaming, love.
Also - I didn't write the poem, i found it on a random site, so disclaimer there too :o
Prompt #1 - Poem
Abby gently caresses the beige walls of Ziva's apartment. Inch by inch she feels emotional; the walls seem to tell her so much. Smoothing her hand across farther, she feels something square – Brown, curved edges form an oval, a frame. She looks up at the object under her palm. Emotion floods her brain as she reads aloud the content.
"She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?
She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?
She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?
She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?
She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?"
Abby looks up at an emotionless Ziva although, she can see the pain in the Israeli's eyes even when nobody else can. One drop; one tear is all it takes to start the river flowing. For a while they stand in silence, as Ziva sobs. But then, the Goth takes the other woman in her arms and cradles her like a baby. After the tears subside, she is finally ready to talk.
"Did you write that?" Ziva looks up into Abby's eyes and nods, exhaling with a loud sigh. Abby forms a slight understanding smile and speaks again, quietly. "It's amazing Ziver, I don't know when you wrote it but it is really beautiful" She gently rubs circles on the Israeli's back, slowing as she begins to speak.
"When my sister, Tali died" She sniffs "I did not have the chance to know her properly, she was just a child. I thought this was the only way to show her I love her" Another tear trickles down and lands on Abby's shirt. The two stay in the current position for an hour or so, then when Abby hears a faint snoring, she lifts Ziva up and carries her into the bedroom…
When Ziva wakes in the morning, the first thing she sees is her best friend. The woman who will listen and care. The only woman - apart from her mother, who died – cares. She looks up into deep green eyes and the deep green eyes look back down into deep hazel eyes. A moment of connection is all it takes for lips to come crashing down on one another's like an ocean tide.
"Thank you for listening. And caring" The Goth smiles back at Ziva.
"I mean this from my heart, and I do not know how to tell you this but I think I love you. You are the one person that makes me feel like my life is worth living. Y–" She was cut off by another kiss to the lips.
I guess she got the answer she was hoping for after all...
AN: So, this was crappy but oh well. I felt in the mood to do something depressing. I know it's short too but i don't know how to make it longer without adding more crap to it so yeah.. Reviews? pweease! :3