I've been toying with the idea of writing something on this site for a while. I don't consider myself to be a serious writer at all, but inspiration struck and I wrote this. I'm constantly trying to improve my writing so any and all review are welcome. Hope you enjoy it!

I own nothing…

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little time
Promise me you won't step outta line

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please drop the past and be true
Don't think we're okay, just because I'm here
You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear

--Duffy, "Warwick Avenue"

The slender blonde slides into the booth across from me. I look as the sun highlights her smooth pale skin, radiating a warmth that I've grown unaccustomed to. It's strange, seeing her again. Someone so familiar should never look this foreign, I think tiredly. The air surrounding us is thick, heavy with emotions and thoughts and things left unsaid.

We are so alike, her and I. So alike, and yet worlds apart. It's uncanny how well I can read her, especially given our time apart. Emotions that I shouldn't be able to decipher are clearly etched onto her features, readable only because I've seen them so many times before. As we sit here, listening to the rhythmic ticking of the small diner's clock, I watch her, and time slows down. I watch her labored breathes, slow and erratic. I watch as she desperately tries to stamp down her instinctive inclination to get up and walk away. I watch as her eyes jump from the door, to the table, to the clock, and back again; trying desperately to focus on anything but me.

'Is it really that bad?' I think suddenly. She can't even look at me anymore. And just as I've worked up the courage to voice that thought aloud, her deep azure eyes snap to mine.

And I understand. I see the time wasted chasing unattainable expectations, the effort exerted in chasing perfection. I comprehend all the years of pain, the deep-set frustration of neglect.

"Dad…" She starts, drawing a shaky breath. "You hurt me."