Hello, all, it's Separate Entity.
I was just listening to Valentine's Day by Linkin Park, and the idea for this fic just popped into my head. What do you think?
Mary-Lynette, alone on Valentine's Day
It had been six months since I had seen Ash. Just six months, but it felt like a lifetime. Happy Valentine's Day, Mare, I thought to myself.
Mark and Jade had gone to one of Briar Creek's only restaurants for dinner. Rowan and Kestrel had taken the day and gone for some far-range hunting. Me, I was at home, alone. I turned on my radio, and listened to the first song that came on.
My insides all turned to Ash So slow and blew away as I collapsed, so cold Oh, gosh. Not this song.A black wind took them away from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night. I was swept back to that night, when I had sent Ash away. Why had I done it?
And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing. Clouds covered the moon. So much for stargazing tonight.
I used to be my own protection, but now
Because my path has lost direction, somehow. I had never thought I wanted a boyfriend. What did I need one for? I was Mary-Lynette, calm, cool, self-assured. I could take care of myself.
A black wind took you from sight
And held the darkness over day, that night. I wish that I had called after him, told him to stay.
And the clouds above move closer, looking so dissatisfied. I opened the window and stuck my head out.
And the ground below grew colder
As they put you down inside
But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing. A cold wind blew in, carrying the scent of outdoors. The same scent as that night, out on the hill, just me and Ash.
So now you're gone, and I was wrong
I never knew what it was like to be alone, on a Valentine's Day. I had been wrong. I never should have sent him away. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I could have been sitting with my soulmate, instead of being alone on the worst day to be alone of the year.The last strands of the song came to my ears. I felt like I was choking. I turned to my bed and flopped down on it, sobbing into my pillow. "Ash, Ash, Ash," I cried. I missed him so much.
And then a hand reached out and cradled my face. I felt myself get pulled into a sitting position.
I gazed up into blue, no gold, no violet eyes. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mary-Lynette."
