Almost Lover, a cats fanfic

Alright here's my entry for MacavityManiac's Songfic Contest. The story takes place several years ago

Disclaimer: Don't own CATS the musical, but i have a cat :)

ENJOY ! (Oh and what's in Bold is her singing)

My heart was shattering.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Sorry babe, you know how it is." He said with one arm around the beautiful, white Persian Griddlebone. And with that Growltiger and his new queen turned around and boarded the ship. I want to scream and beg, but it all came out in barley a whisper,

"No, please come back." The crew men started to prepare for departure. Growltiger looked down over the rail at me while I stood there on that dock and watched them sail of into the sunset

I awoke crying. The first light of dawn was starting to show through my window. I sit up and pulled my legs up to my chest, resting my head on my knees. It still keeps haunting me. I sat there staring at the wall for a long time.

That damn memory just won't leave. I reach down under my bed and pull an old, small, rusted picture frame. The picture inside was only one I had of Growltiger.

Jenny took it the day Skimble found and old, but still usable camera in one of the junk piles. It was the two of us on the car; Growltiger had his arm around me, and we were both just so happy. I gently stroked Growltiger's smiling face, singing,

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images

You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

I sighed. He left three months ago. Now it's time for me to let go.

Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I'm trying not to think about you
Can't you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should've known you'd bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do

I got out of bed and slipped out the back of the den, holding the picture tightly to my chest. I took a pipe out of the junkyard. Outside of the fence, I walked along a side street, softly singing to myself.

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images

And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no

I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me

When I passed by a familiar alley, I stopped. It used to be his home. Hesitantly, I entered it. It was still abandoned, but it never changed.

I walked into the crate where he slept. His bed of scarves and pillows was exactly how I remembered. His scent still lingered, but it was stale and barley noticeable.

I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot walk the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you're gone and I'm haunted
And I bet you are just fine

On the bed was something. I picked it up and turned it right side up. It was a small picture frame with pearls around it. Inside was a copy of the same exact picture that was in mine.

Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?

I placed his old photo frame on top of mine and left the alley. I walked in silence down the side street from earlier. It had lead down to my destination.

The Docks.

I walked to the edge where three months earlier I had my heart broken. I looked down at the pictures in my hands on last time. Then I dropped both photo frames into the water. While I watched them sink I sang,

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