Disclaimer: Absolutely not mine, but who would want my insane ramblings
anyway?
Rating: PG maybe, nothing strong.
Author: Gracie
A/N – OK, this is just a little reflection piece written from Catherine's
point of view. I wrote it as G/S, but you really can interpret it in
whatever ways you would like. Please tell me what you think, even if your
flaming, I really don't mind. The main thing is that you be honest, I like
to know exactly what my readers think!!!! Thank-you!
~*~
She twirls the small ring around her finger. Your ring was a lot larger than that when you got married, but now you start to doubt the fact that you even cared.
Eddie was a jerk anyway.
You can hear her voice, but you're not concentrating on what she's saying. It's not important anymore: you don't want to hear anything that she has to tell you. She makes you feel nauseous.
As you leave, you can hear yourself congratulating her, and you know that however hard you try, your voice is fake.
You know that she knows what you hope she doesn't.
You feel like a cheated child that has suddenly had everything ripped away from them, and you hate her because she has everything that you want.
You can't bring yourself to hate him, though, because he is everything you need, and a tiny part of you thinks that everything will still be okay.
But there's a large part of you that knows...knows that every sunset is going to mock your life and every morning you are going to be reminded of what you lost.
You wonder how you can lose something that was never really yours. You like to think that it was, and this thought is probably what keeps you sane.
There is no way that you can work with them now; the prospect brings bile to your throat.
You can hear every danger warning that you have ever heard echoing against your skull, and yet you find that you really don't care anymore.
But you can't give up – this you know - and you hate yourself for that.
~*~
She twirls the small ring around her finger. Your ring was a lot larger than that when you got married, but now you start to doubt the fact that you even cared.
Eddie was a jerk anyway.
You can hear her voice, but you're not concentrating on what she's saying. It's not important anymore: you don't want to hear anything that she has to tell you. She makes you feel nauseous.
As you leave, you can hear yourself congratulating her, and you know that however hard you try, your voice is fake.
You know that she knows what you hope she doesn't.
You feel like a cheated child that has suddenly had everything ripped away from them, and you hate her because she has everything that you want.
You can't bring yourself to hate him, though, because he is everything you need, and a tiny part of you thinks that everything will still be okay.
But there's a large part of you that knows...knows that every sunset is going to mock your life and every morning you are going to be reminded of what you lost.
You wonder how you can lose something that was never really yours. You like to think that it was, and this thought is probably what keeps you sane.
There is no way that you can work with them now; the prospect brings bile to your throat.
You can hear every danger warning that you have ever heard echoing against your skull, and yet you find that you really don't care anymore.
But you can't give up – this you know - and you hate yourself for that.
