FIRE ESCAPE
By Chornyi
Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.
Hey, any of you ever hear that Fastball song 'Fire Escape'? Come on.. 'I'll be your fire escape..' you know the one. Umm.. not that this ficlet has anything to do with the song. Besides being called 'Fire Escape', of course.
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The fire escape. How many times has he sat here, wrapped in his black coat but still cold inside..?
Rain, snow, cold, heat, none of them effect him anymore then they do the rusty metal he perches on.
Sometimes he wishes he could just come inside.
But this is his place. It's where he can watch over her, it's as close as he can get to her. Sometimes it's enough.
Sometimes it's not.
He's watching her again.
She looks so warm inside. She's wearing a gray turtleneck that shows off her breasts. He shouldn't look, but he does.
Lying on her bed, talking on her cellphone. Laughing. Is it McCartey? Bowman? He shouldn't care, but he does.
If she knew he was here...
But he's just another shadow among shadows. Just another stray cat, crying at the moon.
She'll never catch him.
He can move faster then she can.
The fire escape. The metal is cold, like he is. It's hard like he is. It does what it's meant to do, and it never complains.
It never wants.
It doesn't need.
It's just like him.
He watches her, wondering. Wondering who she's talking to. Who made her smile like that? Who made her laugh? She stretches her arms above her head, pulling the soft gray cloth tight and he feels his pupils dilate, as if taking in more light.
But there's no light but hers.
He could watch her all night. Sometimes he does.
Not tonight.
He wishes he could make her smile, make her laugh, instead of evoking the disgust he does. He wishes he could love her.
But she won't let him.
Maybe she's right.
He's darkness, she's light. He's cold, she's warm. He's a killer, she's a savior. It could never work.
She knows him too well.
Inside he's like the fire escape- Empty.
By Chornyi
Not mine.. Not even Ian, unfortunately. You know whose they are.
Hey, any of you ever hear that Fastball song 'Fire Escape'? Come on.. 'I'll be your fire escape..' you know the one. Umm.. not that this ficlet has anything to do with the song. Besides being called 'Fire Escape', of course.
....................................................................................
The fire escape. How many times has he sat here, wrapped in his black coat but still cold inside..?
Rain, snow, cold, heat, none of them effect him anymore then they do the rusty metal he perches on.
Sometimes he wishes he could just come inside.
But this is his place. It's where he can watch over her, it's as close as he can get to her. Sometimes it's enough.
Sometimes it's not.
He's watching her again.
She looks so warm inside. She's wearing a gray turtleneck that shows off her breasts. He shouldn't look, but he does.
Lying on her bed, talking on her cellphone. Laughing. Is it McCartey? Bowman? He shouldn't care, but he does.
If she knew he was here...
But he's just another shadow among shadows. Just another stray cat, crying at the moon.
She'll never catch him.
He can move faster then she can.
The fire escape. The metal is cold, like he is. It's hard like he is. It does what it's meant to do, and it never complains.
It never wants.
It doesn't need.
It's just like him.
He watches her, wondering. Wondering who she's talking to. Who made her smile like that? Who made her laugh? She stretches her arms above her head, pulling the soft gray cloth tight and he feels his pupils dilate, as if taking in more light.
But there's no light but hers.
He could watch her all night. Sometimes he does.
Not tonight.
He wishes he could make her smile, make her laugh, instead of evoking the disgust he does. He wishes he could love her.
But she won't let him.
Maybe she's right.
He's darkness, she's light. He's cold, she's warm. He's a killer, she's a savior. It could never work.
She knows him too well.
Inside he's like the fire escape- Empty.