You're lonely.
You're lonely when you're working because you know you're the only one who understands. You're lonely when you're talking because you wish you knew the words to express what you really think—how you really feel—but you can't because you don't want to get hurt again. You're lonely when you watch your closest friend leave the lab with the man she calls "the one." You're lonely when you're the last soul in the lab. But you're not there to work like everyone thinks; you're there because there's no one to go home to. You're lonely when you're grocery shopping because you miss that domestic feeling of picking out dinner with the one you're going to share it with. You're lonely when you're driving home and there's no one to fight with over radio stations. No one to laugh at your pathetic karaoke attempts.
But most of all you're lonely when you crawl into that empty bed at night and there's no one to wipe away the single tear that slips down your cheek.
Sometimes you cry for the bones that remain nameless forever. Sometimes it's for your mother and sometimes for you father. Most of the time though, it's for the gaping hole inside of you that's growing bigger every day. And you know exactly how to close it, how to fill it in.
But you don't.
So you allow that single tear to fall each night, let it slip down your face and onto your pillow. But you're strong, so you hold the rest back and fall asleep, a tiny, wet dot the last thing you see before you close your eyes.
A/N: W00T!! I'm back!! I've been so busy with my junior year of high school, preparing for college, and doing normal teenage stuff that I haven't even had time to think about writing. I was going through my giant (and very unorganized) folder of half-finished one-shots and decided to get cracking on them. A lot of them are very short, but really I'm just happy to be writing again!! Still not sure when I'm going to get around to Close Your Eyes.
