Hello, friends. This is an experiment of mine, in which I wrote a ficlet--not a songfic, but a ficlet--for every song on the Wish album by the lovely and talented Cure. There are lyrics and further notes in my profile if you're interested. Every fic is meant to stand alone and some are AU, just to clarify. Disclaimer: I own a copy of Wish and a nine-year-old boom box on which to play it, but nothing else.
I. Open
God, he was regressing. It was Amsterdam all over again. Costa Rica was supposed to be about new beginnings, not drowning the past and hoping there was no future. He frequented the tourist bars, loud and falsely cheery and desperate, talking to people he formed half-hour relationships with for no other reason than the fact that they spoke English, too. And the best part was that anyone he met left after a week or two and he never ran into them and had to explain why he hadn't done the things he told them he was planning on doing.
He hadn't found a job yet, or a permanent place to live. He'd do that a little later. When he wasn't beating himself up about his last few weeks in the States. When he didn't have a hangover. When the sun and the sand had fixed everything like they were supposed to.