Originally I wasn't going to post this story because it is just a series of Smitchie drabbles/ficlets that I started writing as a part of HoLlIwOoDbOuNd13's 100 word challenge. But then I thought that if I was writing it, then I might as well post it too, and maybe someone would enjoy it. :)
This first chapter was inspired a bit by joannacamilley's story "Don't Forget". I hope you don't mind Joanna! Oh and if you haven't read her stories, then go check them out now... they're awesome! :D
1. BLUE
MPOV:
Blue.
I have always wondered why the colour blue is in the rainbow. After all the whole sky is blue. Blue just kind of gets lost amidst the other colours. No one really notices it is there.
It seems rather pointless to me.
Kind of like my life after you left.
Pointless.
But then again, maybe blue is my favourite colour, even if it is pointless. It reminds me of you. Although these days everything reminds me of you.
Blue does especially though. Because the colour is so peaceful, so serene and yet seated in it's very core is depression. Blue tricks you into thinking it's something that it's not. Like you did to me.
I read a poem the other day about the rainbow. The author's name was Whisperer. I like that name. It sounds soft and sweet. Like mist on a winter morning. Or ripples on a pond. Or a stand of poplar trees in the breeze. It makes me think of horses.
But then again maybe that's just because of that book.
Anyway, this is what Whisperer said:
blue
for the days
when the rain
poured from the sky
and we stood
out there
afraid to move,
in case
we would ruin
that perfect
moment
I liked that. It reminded me of happier times. It reminded me of you.
Shane.
Happier? You might say. I thought it was raining. Well yes, but blue was okay back then… back when you were around. Any colour, any thing was okay as long as you were there.
Even when it rained as long as you were there it was okay. But there haven't been any perfect moments for a long time.
I don't know where you've gone. I don't know what happened to you. One day you left and you never came back. You never called. Now I'm starting to wonder if you were real, or if you were just a figment of my imagination – something I thought up to try and fill the emptiness inside. I don't know how it happened, but now you're gone. Ironically the last time I saw you, well if it was you that is, the sky was blue. Blue but raining. Strange I know. It was probably a sign.
I wish you would come back. The last year I have been walking around miserable, by myself. I have seen you on TV, laughing and talking with your friends, with your band mates, with reporters and TV hosts and celebrities, anyone but me.
Maybe if you came back everything would be okay. Maybe life would be happier. Maybe I could smile again.
But I can't.
And it's because of you.
Blue.
A big thank you to whisperingtotherain who let me use her poem in this story. Please go and check out her stories... she's a fantastic writer!
And what did you think of that little chapter? In case you're wondering... all of the chapters are going to be short like that. Each one is just meant to be a picture of an emotion that either Mitchie or Shane, later on, is feeling at the time.
Let me know what you thought... :)