Where do you go to my lovely?
Chapter 1 Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
Susan - S
Mark - M
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
Yes I do
S: Hey! Mark!
His eyes flickered as he awoke from his somewhat distant dream that he had been having in the doctor's lounge and was pleased to see the friendly face that stared back at him.
M: Hey, you working today?
S: Yeah, when am I not working?
She looked depressed and he wanted to help.
M: You really miss Susie huh?
He blurted out before really knowing what to say
S: Is it that obvious? ...
Her face was saddened further and he caught her eye smiling to cheer her up
...God, I don't know what's wrong with me she was never really mine.
She wiped a tear from her eye hoping it looked like she was just brushing away the sleep.
M: Do you realize how lucky that little girl is to have you? Chloe is not the most stable of parents but she will always have you to protect her if she needs you. You're a good person Susan.
He could see that she was on the verge of tears but didn't really know what to do. He didn't want to hug her or even take her hand because he was afraid his feelings would betray him so he just sat and looked at her as she stared into the grain of the table. She was his best friend and he was afraid to comfort her, he felt awful. What could he do? A hug would only go so far and then what? He couldn't fix things however much he wanted to.
She stared at the table trying desperately to stop any more tears the last thing she needed to do was to break down in front of him. She was aware that he was watching her but could not figure out why. Did he want her to cry? Was he waiting for a response to his statement? All she wanted at that moment was to breakdown in his arms but she knew it was impossible, she wouldn't let herself. She was too afraid of destroying their friendship. After all, he was her best friend; she couldn't bare Kerry Weaver for two seconds without him.
Realizing they had been sitting in silence for a while now and it was becoming too much she tried to find something to say. But what was there to say? "How's the divorce going?" hardly seemed appropriate.
S: (very quietly) Lot of good it does me.
M: (somewhat surprised to hear her speak, he had been watching her in silence for so long) What?
S: being a good person. It doesn't help much.
M: It will sometime, it just needs time, you know?
He subconsciously reached for her hand which was laying on the table and before he could stop himself he was holding her small hand and stroking the back of it lightly with his thumb.
She was a little surprised, they were sitting there holding hands and it wasn't the passionate rush of emotion she had expected, it just felt right, this made her want to be with him and tell him how she felt more than before but she was so afraid that he wouldn't feel the same and it would ruin everything so she just smiled at him and looked into his caring eyes.
He was warmed buy her smile so much so that he was forced to pull away, he hoped he hadn't pulled away too quickly incase she noticed.
M: Well, back to work huh? Feel better, and there will be a silver lining, I promise.
She feigned a smile and nodded for she would gladly believe anything he said. His hand had felt so perfect holding hers and she wished he hadn't pulled away. She was glad though she had felt momentarily tempted to tell him her feelings but after he left she felt foolish for contemplating it. Why would he be interested in her? Why would anybody want some psycho stalking her loony sister? She sighed and got up from the table hoping that the silver lining would turn up sooner rather than later.
You talk like Molly Da Diedrich
And you dance like zi zi dan mer
Your clothes were all made by balma
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
Yes there are
You live in a fancy apartement
Off the boulevard san michelle
Where you keep your rolling stones records
And a friend of Sasha Di stele
Yes you do
Chapter 1 Tell me the thoughts that surround you.
Susan - S
Mark - M
Where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head
Yes I do
S: Hey! Mark!
His eyes flickered as he awoke from his somewhat distant dream that he had been having in the doctor's lounge and was pleased to see the friendly face that stared back at him.
M: Hey, you working today?
S: Yeah, when am I not working?
She looked depressed and he wanted to help.
M: You really miss Susie huh?
He blurted out before really knowing what to say
S: Is it that obvious? ...
Her face was saddened further and he caught her eye smiling to cheer her up
...God, I don't know what's wrong with me she was never really mine.
She wiped a tear from her eye hoping it looked like she was just brushing away the sleep.
M: Do you realize how lucky that little girl is to have you? Chloe is not the most stable of parents but she will always have you to protect her if she needs you. You're a good person Susan.
He could see that she was on the verge of tears but didn't really know what to do. He didn't want to hug her or even take her hand because he was afraid his feelings would betray him so he just sat and looked at her as she stared into the grain of the table. She was his best friend and he was afraid to comfort her, he felt awful. What could he do? A hug would only go so far and then what? He couldn't fix things however much he wanted to.
She stared at the table trying desperately to stop any more tears the last thing she needed to do was to break down in front of him. She was aware that he was watching her but could not figure out why. Did he want her to cry? Was he waiting for a response to his statement? All she wanted at that moment was to breakdown in his arms but she knew it was impossible, she wouldn't let herself. She was too afraid of destroying their friendship. After all, he was her best friend; she couldn't bare Kerry Weaver for two seconds without him.
Realizing they had been sitting in silence for a while now and it was becoming too much she tried to find something to say. But what was there to say? "How's the divorce going?" hardly seemed appropriate.
S: (very quietly) Lot of good it does me.
M: (somewhat surprised to hear her speak, he had been watching her in silence for so long) What?
S: being a good person. It doesn't help much.
M: It will sometime, it just needs time, you know?
He subconsciously reached for her hand which was laying on the table and before he could stop himself he was holding her small hand and stroking the back of it lightly with his thumb.
She was a little surprised, they were sitting there holding hands and it wasn't the passionate rush of emotion she had expected, it just felt right, this made her want to be with him and tell him how she felt more than before but she was so afraid that he wouldn't feel the same and it would ruin everything so she just smiled at him and looked into his caring eyes.
He was warmed buy her smile so much so that he was forced to pull away, he hoped he hadn't pulled away too quickly incase she noticed.
M: Well, back to work huh? Feel better, and there will be a silver lining, I promise.
She feigned a smile and nodded for she would gladly believe anything he said. His hand had felt so perfect holding hers and she wished he hadn't pulled away. She was glad though she had felt momentarily tempted to tell him her feelings but after he left she felt foolish for contemplating it. Why would he be interested in her? Why would anybody want some psycho stalking her loony sister? She sighed and got up from the table hoping that the silver lining would turn up sooner rather than later.
You talk like Molly Da Diedrich
And you dance like zi zi dan mer
Your clothes were all made by balma
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
Yes there are
You live in a fancy apartement
Off the boulevard san michelle
Where you keep your rolling stones records
And a friend of Sasha Di stele
Yes you do