Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heaven. The song Old Flame is by Alabama.
Old Flame
Broken Heart
I saw you staring at each other.
I saw your eyes begin to glow.
And I could tell you once were lovers.
You ain't hidin' nothing that I don't know.
As I looked out that window, I could feel my heart snap in two. I had known she dated him last year. I'd known for months, thanks to his sister. But, still it broke my heart. I knew he was the reason she broke up with me, even though she denied it. It was all his fault.
Why'd he have to come back? Why couldn't he just stay away?
There's an old flame burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown and make- up can't disguise.
Now that old flame might not be stronger,
But it's been burnin' longer
Than any spark I might have started in your eyes.
They had dated for ten months last year. That's what people in school had told me. But, when I asked her out it had been two months. Two months since they broke up. And this was high school. You don't find your true love in high school. It's just puppy love. I figured, when they broke up, it was over. How was I supposed to know that what they'd shared had been more? I thought what we shared had been more. I was very wrong.
You said it ended when he left you.
You say your love for me is strong.
But those old mem'ries still upset you.
And I might be a mem'ry before too long.
I knew why he had left. He killed someone. Not purposely, of course, or at least she says it was an accident. Only his family and her. The people at school have a different story, however. I had also learned that, after that 'accident', he was a jerk to her. Constantly hurting her feelings, but she said she understood. He was in a lot of pain over that poor kid he killed. And all she wanted was to help him, because she loved him. Then he left, skipped senior year, and went away to college.
They were over. That's what she said when I confronted her last November. She said she didn't love him anymore. I believed her. I shouldn't have.
The way she got upset whenever someone said something about him and that 'accident'. That look she gave me when I said something cruel about him, when I was trying to justify leaving school to go to the Major Leagues, though I'm only sixteen.
'Simon got to go away' I had said.
'Simon was involved in a fatal car accident. He had to leave' That's what she told me.
I should've known to stop right then. But, no, I took it further.
'So, if I kill someone, I can leave, too?'
That was the angriest I've ever seen her, right after I said that sarcastic juvenile remark.
And the way, when I did confront her, she said she was over him and that's all she said. She was over him. And she didn't want to talk about him, anymore. I should've known right then that she was lying. But, now she had dumped me, for him. He's not just a person in her memory; I am.
There's an old flame burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown and make- up can't disguise.
Now that old flame might not be stronger,
But it's been burnin' longer
Than any spark I might have started in your eyes.
And now he's back. Back from college. She's been talking to him on the phone, for a couple of weeks, actually. How'd I not know? To think I actually thought she loved me. It's clear from the way she's out there hugging him that it's not me she loves.
She does look happy, though. Like that's right where she belongs, in his arms. And maybe it was just that accident making him act the way everyone said he acted. According to some of the girls I've talked to, the few who don't hate him over that kid, he was apparently the sweetest guy in school. And I met him once, right after I moved here, before he left. He didn't seem so bad. Just a little bitter, over that accident, I suppose.
Maybe it really was an accident?
There's an old flame burning in your eyes
That tears can't drown and make- up can't disguise.
Now that old flame might not be stronger,
But it's been burnin' longer
Than any spark I might have started in your eyes.
She actually said that, when she talked to him on the phone, he said he didn't want to cause problems for us. He actually wanted to be my friend.
That was before she dumped me, though. I bet he's happy now that she did dump me. Looking out this window, I can tell. He does care for her. That's what's important, right? That she's with a nice guy. A guy that loves her. And I think, from looking at them, that he does. And, I think she really does love him, too. As much as it hurts me to say that, I think she does.
On the bright side, he's not coming in here to pound me. I mean, I basically took over his life. I moved in with his family, in his house, I almost got his room, I went to his school, I became like another son for his parents, and another brother for his siblings. Plus, I dated his girlfriend. I should be happy he doesn't want to kill me. Ooh, bad thought. That was mean, considering... you know.
But, still....my heart....what I feel...
"Hey, Martin, I thought we were heading to the batting cages. You coming?"
That was my best friend, Mac, interrupting my thoughts. I should smack him once. Maybe, I'll miss the baseball, and let it him in the face. After all, he was the one who first told me she was talking to him on the phone. His girlfriend had told him, once she found out. And Mac graciously told me.
"Yeah, I'll be right there."
Maybe I won't let it him?! That wouldn't be very nice. Besides, it might leave a bruise. And he is my best friend.
I look out the window, one last time. Geez! That's a really long hug. For some reason I smile and walk away.
Good luck, Cecilia and Simon. I hope you're happy.