The Atrophy of Apathy

PG

Gelphie

One-shot, very short

Musing/Fluff

It's been about a year since I've written any FF, so forgive the sappiness.

There's a place in the dark

Where the animals go

You can take off your skin

In the cannibal glow

Juliet loves the beat

And the lust it commands

Drop the dagger

And lather

The blood on your hands,

Romeo.

The Sharpest Lives

My Chemical Romance

Damned to the darkness. That endless pit of nothing in my chest. My lime green chest had an intangible hole in it. I wept for the nothingness once…not with reason…just because the impossible emptiness resting in my heart was heavy. I questioned my soul—its existence. That's all I really had…questions, ideas, and facts.

I'd been warned…by my close friend—"You've got too many big ideas floating around in that green head of yours, Miss Elphaba." She'd said it jokingly…knowing how I watched her and listened to her closer than anyone else had. Most people couldn't get past her bubbly voice and pearly smile. She was one of a few who'd noticed my hyper-awareness.

"You listen to me speak. You watch my eyes and hands. You don't just wait for your turn to talk…you listen, Elphie." She'd spoken this with tears in her eyes—unsure of how to handle the emotion of something never experienced before.

We sat in silence on the bench under the tree. Rain poured down around us from the dark sky, dripping with a constant 'patter' from the drooping leaves of spring. The tears from the sky made the alone seem less confining. Her crystal blue eyes engulfed my own, carrying a depth and intensity she'd never projected before.

Then, with a tremendous passion in her small voice, she spoke one word, "Why?"

She genuinely wanted to know.

Her soft hands took one of mine in the shadowy, damp shelter. Those hands shook gently—fragilely.

I felt the ridges of the pad of her thumb slowly, "I want to know what it is to feel." My voice shook with the uncertainty and perplexity of the situation. I did not know…and for me—knowing is living.

The long awaited tears finally dropped from her sapphire eyes; and I, too felt.

I felt the bittersweet pain of crying, and the aching joy of feeling her lips on mine.

I don't know where it came from, nor do I know why I responded the way I did…sprinting out into the falling sky away from that first bit of feeling. That first bit of feeling…I think it should be described as pain. For the aching in my chest has yet to abate.

fin

For my blue-eyed Kaitlin.