A.N. I didn't like how they cut Abby and Stephen flirting in season 2 and then just gave us Abby and Connor, so here's my version of the story!
I've used different songs, that according to me, fit:)
As always: I apologize for any mistakes in grammar/spelling I've made!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters used in this story or songs.
Every time I turn the conversation to something deeper than the weather I can feel you always shuttin' down.
And when I need an explanation for the silence, you just tell me you don't wanna talk about it now.
What you're not saying is coming in loud and clear, we're at a crossroads here...
It was no longer a state of being stuck in a place, they've moved straight to phase of falling down a chasm. Her exactly two months old relationship had officially hit it breaking point. First month had been great. The second one- a complete disaster.
Nice- it's been a new record for her. It'd taken her only a month to screw up one-year-old friendship.
Abby with frustration looked at the door behind which Connor'd disappeared minutes ago . He'd not even told her where he'd been going or when he'd return- as usual. He'd ditched her proposition of spending that night together. After all they've been working and living together so there's no point to hit the clubs or bar together as well, right?
Abby glanced at a free-standing mirror and hugged herself tightly.
"What is wrong with me?Why I can't make it work?" she asked herself
Rex, as if sensing her distress flew up closely. Unthinkingly she scratched his head
"What do you think? Should I try again? Is it even worth it?" she's looking straight ahead with unseeing eyes.
Her once clean and neat flat resembled veritable training ground, full of Connor's magazines, comic books and other gadgets. Her beloved plants were stuffed into the corner, almost not visible behind the huge plasma screen which Connor'd bought a week ago not even telling her about it.
Both her apartment and life were a catastrophe.
With you I've always been wide open, like a window or an ocean. There is nothing I've ever tried to hide.
So when you leave me not knowin' where you're goin' I start thinkin' that we're lookin', we're lookin' at goodbye.
How about a strong shot of honesty, don't you owe that to me...
It's 3.18 am. He didn't intend to come back for the night- another usual.
Abby with a heavy sigh looked at untouched bed. It's going to be another of those nights with her sitting and wondering where he's , with whom. It'd been a month since they made love. Heck it'd been days since their had shared a real kiss!
She knew, that there's no use asking him what's going on. Connor'd never answer. Whenever in the last month she'd tried to force him to talk about their future his reaction had been always the same. First silence and then doors slamming. Like if she was just another piece of furniture waiting for him at home. Another toy which after a short stretch of fascination had already ceased his interest and joined other gadgets in the living room.
When exactly did it happen?When did they stop being lovers, friends, colleagues and became two of strangers sharing bed and flat?
Why she didn't notice it before?Was she really going to fight for something long gone? What maybe never existed in a first place. Yes she loved Connor, but was she ever in love with him?
Sadly the answer was no.
'I must leave' she suddenly realized ' I can't stay here !'
Driven by an impulse she grabbed her jacket and car keys.
If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose
If I'm not that arrow to the heart of you
If you don't get drunk on my kiss
If you think you can do better than this then I guess we're done
Let's not drag this on
Consider me gone.
She's standing in front of his door when she realized where she was. It's 3 a.m. He had to be sleeping, or even worse he had a company. She withdrawn her hand before touching the bell wondering what to do.
So far she'd acted on an impulse. She'd felt that she'd had to walk away from Connor, from their shared life, catch her breath before she would have been suffocated.
And here she's at Stephen's doorstep. On a doorstep of a man she'd cut out from her life since the day Helen'd revealed her revelation. A man who had tried to explain himself to her, but she'd simply refused to listen.
She laughed bitterly. What did she expect now? That Stephen would help her? After the way she had been treating him? !
She lowered her head ashamed .
She didn't notice when the door opened and barefoot inhabitant appeared in front of her.
" Abby?" Stephen's voice caused her to rise her head " Abby what's wrong" Abby?" he sounded alarmed
" Abby?" he touched her shoulder " Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?"
She was surprised seeing genuine concern in his eyes.
Stephen- her safety line. Stephen- her friend. The only person she completely trusted to be there for here, yo catch her and hold her on the surface no matter what.
Without a word she threw herself at him, her arms going around his neck and holding tight.
" I left" she confessed hiding her face in his shirt. Stephen without a word pulled her inside.
Consider me a memory.
Consider me the past.
Consider me a smile in an old photograph, someone who used to make you laugh.
Lyrics: "Consider me gone " by Reba McEntire
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