A/N: Sorry for my lack of updates. I have had a hell of a week, and to be honest, I needed to purge some overwhelming emotions. What better way for a writer to do so than write! So, that's what you get here. Now that this is out, hopefully I will be able to write my so overly planned chapter of A Thousand Years.
As for this story, well, it's not really a story, more like a growing collection of one shots about my favorite couple. They will all be contained in the same universe and like all my works song based. I hope you enjoy and if you have an idea for one or a song you like send me the info and I will see what I can do with it! Since it's a collection, I will not mark it as complete, but leave it open and will add to it as I see fit. Thank you again for all your love and support.
Oh! I almost forgot! The lyrics are from John Mayer's Not Myself and are in italics.
Not Myself
Suppose I said
I am on my best behavior
And there are times
I lose my worried mind...
Casey walked down the cold hallway, old worn wood floorboards squeaking beneath her feet, as she made her way to her bedroom. She felt defeated and just needed to be in her bed. She needed to fix herself, put herself back together again, but didn't know how. Opening the door, she smiled weakly at the unexpected sight of her girlfriend laying in her bed, propped up against pillows while reading a book on her kindle. Locking eyes with the now upward glancing blonde's, she lost all restraint and began to cry.
As the uncontrollable wracking sobs began to escape her lips, she clutched the doorknob. Without needing to be asked, Alex set her electronic device down on the bedside table, as she swiftly threw back the bed linens and opened her arms. Casey didn't hesitate, she quickly moved to the bed, kicking her shoes off before allowing herself to be pulled up and flush to her girlfriends chest. Breathing in the comforting smell of Alex's lavender body lotion, Casey cried a little more controllably against the blonde's chest, as she pulled the comforter back over them.
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
The redhead didn't hold back, she just let herself fall apart, allowing herself to finally purge the exhausting pain that had developed inside her over the last week. She was okay with letting the woman she loved more than anything hold her tight and ebb away the darkness. She didn't care if she was weak and vulnerable around Alex, she was her strength when she was weak. Some might call it codependent, but Casey called it love. In her mind, it's what made them great and stronger than most couples.
Suppose I said
Colors change for no good reason
And words will go
From poetry to prose...
Alex wrapped them both tight in the duvet, before wrapping her arms even tighter over her girlfriends chest. She knew how this felt, and she knew Casey needed to let it all out. At the same time, she also wanted her to know she wasn't alone, and she knew at times like this Casey needed this type of deep physical contact. She needed to know she wasn't alone, she needed to know someone would always be there to hold her up when she was too weak to stand. These were all forms of comfort that Alex never minded giving. To be truthful, she didn't mind because she knew if and when she needed the same comfort that Casey would be there in a blink of an eye.
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
Kissing her girlfriends head, she whispered, "Let it all out, baby, everything will be okay. I've got you, and I am here when you are ready to talk."
Alex loved her girlfriend, to the point there was little she wouldn't do for her. Certain words were never needed between them, they just knew each other. She loved that about them, about how easy everything could be between them.
Feeling the redhead's breaths start to become more even, Alex loosened her grip a tad. She couldn't help but smile as she peered her head to the side just enough to see that Casey's eyes were closed, she'd fallen asleep. Alex knew it was for the best. After the week her girlfriend had, she needed a good cry followed by a peaceful nights sleep. She also knew when she woke, she would be better and ready to talk.
And I, in time, will come around
I always do for you...
Casey never did well trying to talk when she was upset for personal reasons. She'd just become tongue tied and frustrated. It was the complete opposite of Alex, who would happily rant on and on just as if she were in the courtroom. Casey, on the other hand, had a completely different courtroom persona versus home persona. It was definitely one of her more intriguing characteristics.
Moving one hand to turn off the lamp next to her, Alex couldn't help but smile as the redhead clutched onto her in her sleep. She knew when they woke in the morning, Casey would likely be on the other side of the bed snoring like a rockstar, but for now she was happy to let her girlfriend sleep on her. Soon, Casey would be her normal goofy self, just for this moment she needed to be vulnerable, and Alex was always happy to help put her back together again.
Suppose I said
You're my saving grace?