A/N: Well, here I am again, this is the 1st story that I wrote entirely on paper, since my inspiration hit unannounced while my laptop and I happened to be across town from each other.
This is kind of like a little experiment. At some point, while I was pondering my lines of thought on the ending of this –once again- unexpected little one shot, I decided to explore a new concept that I find myself at odds with more often than not. I hope I could make it work, somehow. I'm not really sure if I did, but I certainly hope so.
This one shot is dedicated to this whole awesome fandom that I hold so dear and that have a wonderful thing in common: an unconditional love-sometimes even lust- for Lie to me. You guys rock! This is for all of us. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lie to me or its great characters that I love so much, yet. Watch out Fox because I'm full of surprises ;)
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Sometimes the pain is worth the happiness it comes along with.
She knows that it's there, right there underneath the surface. She knows it's there.
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Sleepless nights that witness her musings on his ways, his behaviours, his sins.
Glasses of scotch that burn down her throat , can measure each unsaid word she decided to drown in her weapon of choice. The one that reminded her of him.
Cups of tea and coffee surrounding her, every time she decides to spend another night in her couch, curled up next to the memory of him and also next to her own lonely shadow.
Her bed has been declared unwanted territory. It triggers in her, feelings, sensations, dreams and thoughts she'd rather chase away by avoiding it altogether.
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Her loneliness can be easily classified as self-inflicted.
Her love can hardly be labelled as unrequited.
Her life…well, her life…she is still trying to figure that one out.
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Her phone rings.
Her eyes flutter open.
Her heart races.
She knows.
She knows what's coming.
She can sense it.
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Part of her, doesn't want to answer. That's the part she ignores as anticipation washes over her.
-Dr. Gillian Foster?
-Yes, she's speaking.
-I got great news for you. The show has been renewed. It seems like you will have at least two more seasons to explore and hopefully admit out in the open your feelings for Dr. Lightman. Congratulations!
*faiths to black*
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-The concept was what I technically call: "Mood Killer". Yes, I wrote a fic using a MK as the punch line, sue me. Lol! I just wanted to have some fun after diving in all the angst. I was having a pretty angsty day as it was, so it seemed to be a nice way out. I was also listening on furious repeat to "Cut Here" by The Cure.-
