A short oneshot/drabble that I came up with on the spot. If it took place at any specific time in the series, it would be right around the beginning or middle of season one. Please enjoy! Reviews are always appreciated.
The Day Music Failed
Music was her passion. Her outlet; it was, it is her soul. But now as she sits in her bed, pen in hand, the paper before her is blank. Ashley's eyelids remain shut and her mouth moves silently in an attempt to find the words. She has been haunted by those blue eyes. Eyes blue and shimmering like water. She can never catch them though. When she's not looking, she can feel them tracing her body up and down without restraint. But when she turns back to meet them, they refuse to meet her own brown eyes.
Is brown not good enough?
She's had blue eyes before. There have been countless blue eyes that have passed in and out of her life. But that's all they ever were. They were small dabs of color in a world where she was in control. She had always been in control. She knew that blue should be cooling and comforting. When did it change? Now blue makes her feel hot. She gets so hot her insides melt, and her heart burns a hole in her chest. Then all she can think of are the streaks of blonde cascading around the jaw that curves so softly. It shines brightly, reflecting the sun so perfectly. Then why does she feel like she's been cast into the dark? Maybe she's been blinded by the brightness.
She's written songs about love before. She's not alone; almost every musical artist has touched upon the subject before. With the amount of music she's listened to, she should be an expert in the subject. But every song she's ever listened to isn't helping her now. They're not nearly close enough to this sensation she's now feeling. They're naught but pale shades of this ache that resides inside her chest. They can't properly express this restlessness of mind. Is this what love really is? How could all those songs have been so wrong?
In frustration she drops the pen. The paper is still blank, devoid of a single word. She can't get the words out, because they're not words.
For once, she can not express how she feels.
For the first time in her life, the music has failed her.
Where did the music go?