f a c e t s [or, one of the small, polished plane surfaces of a cut gem]
Summary: Everywhere I look I see you, you know. /or, you died and now I'm here
Pairing: michaeldrew
a/n: Because I swear I came up with the idea of using Drew to star in her own collection of fics—or perhaps even a multi-chaptered story—first. I came up with that as I read the first book. Exactly ! PO'd,, man.
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one. this haunted memory
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Don't you ever wonder what would happen if you openly declared your love for me?
I try not to think about things like that. [I don't have the courage to, love.]
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Have I ever told you that you're too perfect for me?
You could say it a little more. He winks. She sighs.
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People wonder why she changed, after the war.
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She uses boys like toys—help me forget, baby. Make me forget.
[She doesn't like the sweet—they remind her of him. She does not care for the desperate—they mirror her inner self. She will not settle for the angry or spiteful or hypnotic—they will overpower her.]
(It is then that she wonders what she really wants, and knows she cannot have it.)
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She watches him die, and realizes that perhaps life is too short to live inside the lines.