Hello all! I apologize in advance if our lovely Juliet is OOC. This just came to me when listening to this song and I had to write it down. Please Enjoy. Reviews and constructive criticism is appreciated :)
-MrsJHale44
The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out.
She slammed her front door behind her, making random things through out the apartment tremble from the force of the blow. She tried to take deep, calming breaths but that wasn't working. Forcing that much air into your lungs didn't help with anger. It only worked if you were deprived of air for a long amount of time. She might as well have been the latter for what she had just gone through.
She sat on the couch and thought over the day. Mr. Yang was behind bars, Shawn was still sane and his mother was still alive. Yet she was on the verge of tears again. Christ why didn't she know he was on a date? He's practically always on a date. It shouldn't hurt this much. Especially because she knew he was just doing the right thing. He couldn't stand Abigail Lytar up again. No. It shouldn't hurt this much. For as many times as she turned him down, she guessed she deserved this one. It shouldn't hurt this much. But it did.
The clock to her right ticked loudly. Too loudly. It was starting to get unbearable. Every tick made her heart pound and her body shake. It was literally as if her life was ticking away, every moment he spent at that drive-in with Abigail. Then, without really thinking, she grabbed her keys off of the coffee table and with perfect aim, threw them right at the clock. They collided with the glass, shattering it and sending the clock crashing to the floor. The hands stopped forever at 1:42am. Time was frozen. Theoretically of course. And it was quiet. She was left with her thoughts and all the time in the world.
Maybe if she had a different personality she wouldn't have just walked away. Wouldn't have just left him with a "Get out there." and an accepted apology for being snapped at. She wouldn't have taken no for an answer. She would have finally kissed him right. No "close talking" or cheek kissing. An actual kiss. But that wasn't who she was. She knew he needed to do this. And as much as it hurt to walk away, she had to.
She'd wait for him. God knows he waited three years for her. But could she wait another three for him? She still didn't even know if things would work with the two of them but dammit it was worth a shot. Shawn Spencer was worth her time.
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you
But her insides felt tortured not only from her confession, but his rejection obviously. Being rejected never felt good. Each breath she now took felt like an effort. She laid back on her couch, hoping her eyes would reabsorb the tears threatening to fall again. She tried deep breathing again, but it only made it worse. Her heart had been broken before. But now it felt shattered. How could she possibly still be living at this point when her heart hurt to beat, and the shards of it felt like they were shredding her lungs?
Oh come on O'Hara. Get a grip. She scolded herself. She was way tougher than this right? Her heart would heal. Everyone's always did. She was no different than any other girl or guy that got rejected. But christ it hurt.
Just hold on Juliet. You can hold on till it's your time. And she knew in her shattered heart that there would be a time for them. She just had to hold on.
