Author: Ally
E-mail: Insanechica14@aol.com
Notes: I was in the mood to write a Profiler fic, then I wanted to write a song fic. So, here's the result.
Being in love is so overrated. I mean, what's so great about it? Every time you fall in love, something destroys that happiness, right? But somehow, you stay in a cycle. And that's why I'm here tonight. Sitting in a small, deserted cafe in Atlanta, waiting for him to show up.
And he hasn't shown. It's been an hour, and I'm still here. The silly things we do for love. Right now, Chloe is at home, studying for her chemistry test tomorrow. It seems like it was just yesterday when she was playing in the firehouse, with Denzel, while Angel and I talked in the background... And it seems like just yesterday when Tom and I were holding her for the first time. I've looked at those photos from the hospital, and Chloe's first day home, and just remembered how in love we were.
And how Jack's love tore us apart. Jack was the one who decided I was his equal. I can't help it, but I feel guilty. Like, it's my fault that he picked me. I know from therapy that I can't help being stalked. I know it's not my fault that Tom died, but I'm still so devastated by it.
Yep, love's deadly. Just ask Romeo, or Juliet. Hell, you can name thousands of people who died for love. Then you can name thousands of people who died because of love. Of course, there are those people who wish they would've died for love, since love doesn't last long. It's just a weird thing... I don't think love's ever really love. It's always lust.
So why am I here? Why can't I be at home, reading, with a glass of wine? Yet, here I am, alone, deserted, and very, very bored. Mad. Upset.
Love is just a game. A worthless, stupid, nonsensical game where, in the end, everyone loses. Then there's the wackos who truly believe in love. Wait... That's my cell phone.
"Samantha Waters."
"Mom?"
"Hey, sweetie. What's up?" I asked.
"Um, what happens when you mix an acid and a base?"
"Uh... One hint: Don't try it. Bad reaction."
"Got it! Thanks, Mom! Love ya!" Chloe hung up, leaving me to my own devices once again. Twirling the cup, I look around the cafe. Still empty, save one or two waitresses. Thank god for all night coffee shops. How did I ever survive on the VCTF? Picking up my purse and my jacket, I throw a five on the table.
"Night Sam! See ya soon!" Jillian called.
"Bye, Jillian," I said, pushing open the door and walking into the cool night air. Walking down the sidewalk, I hear footsteps behind. The instinct of wanting to run, to flee, almost kicks in. I breathe deeply, and sigh. Love is... so over rated. So passe.
"Sam?" I stop and turn. There he was, standing there. This is why I waited.