Inspired by Bones Bird's Fanfiction Drabble Challenge over on Facebook. Her guidelines: 500 words or less without the lyrics and title.
08/09/2012 Lyrics
I'm on the outside
I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colours
- Outside, STAIND
On The Outside
The rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning made her flinch. She stood just inside and to the right of the double wrought iron gates. She smiled melancholy as she watched his car turn into the cemetery. He was late. Meeting in a cemetery was normal for them, after all, they had met under circumstances that were not normal, why would they change to what others thought normal, when their normal had always worked?
He slowly drove past her, not seeing her, from where she stood behind the granite wall the gates connected. She watched him park his car, several yards away from her, and he stepped out. She tilted her head in wonder. He had never once got out of his car since they had started meeting here. She always got in the car, sat in the passenger seat, and listened to him rant, rave, cry; whatever he needed to get out. When he was talkative, he never allowed her to get a word in edge wise; when he was silent, she was silent.
The rain pelted down on his shaggy blonde hair soaking it and the rest of his body. He stood with his hands on the roof of the car for several minutes starting at something across the way. She turned and looked in the direction he looked, but could not determine what he looked at. When he slowly walked to the point he stared at, she followed him. She was numb to the rain; she had been standing, waiting on him for hours.
He stopped at a large black tombstone and promptly dropped to his knees on the muddy ground. She stood beside the large Cypress Tree a few yards away. He tilted his face to the dark thunderous sky. The freezing rain mingled with his hot tears. She swallowed and began to cry as she watched him sob.
He shivered, she knew not, because of the cold temperature, but the dread, the anger that engulfed him, and effectively suffocated him. The sound of a car parking, made her look away from her soul mate, toward the sound, and found her best girlfriend walking toward them; a woman that she had not seen for several years; however, seeing the younger woman, made her realize that she had not been enough for him. Why she would never again be enough for him, why he had finally stepped out of the car. He was healing.
It hurt to see that he had started to move on, but she was pleased that he was no longer alone, that he had a friend in the younger woman, their colleague, her best friend. She wished she could be that person to help him through his pain, his grief, and his anger, but she knew that could never be.
The name on the tombstone he numbly stared at was her name.
She was dead.
The date under her name beside her birthday was the day she was shot and killed, three years ago today.
Thank you for reading.