Pale
By
Kikikimamama
Authors note: This is the last Lizzie McGuire fan fiction I'll write. It may be for now, or it may be permanent. I don't know. I may come back to Lizzie and her friends later on down the road. Who knows? The destinations and imaginations of writers are subject to flights of fancy that can take them anywhere. I have had fun with Lizzie and her friends. I've enjoyed taking them on adventures that went slightly against what people expected.
To those few fans I had that read my stories and enjoyed them, thank you. I understand that some are left unfinished. For that, I apologize, as it seems that I might never finish them. If someone would like to take them over, please email me, as I'm anxious to see those stories finished.
Anyway, this is an interesting one shot story I came up with. I decided that it seemed to be the most fitting for my leaving the Lizzie McGuire universe. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you'll follow me on my journey through other worlds, as my writing is not finished.
Now follow if you will…
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Lizzie felt the tears flow down her cheeks and mingle with the rain that was falling on her face. The pounding in her head wasn't letting up. Ever since he said those words, she could think of anything else.
"I don't love you anymore."
That was over an hour ago. Yet, she still stood there, staring down the lonely, desolate road that led from Hillridge to oblivion. His jeep had disappeared from her sight, yet she still stood there, hoping against hope that it would come back. She knew that wouldn't happen, but she could still hope.
She flashed back to all the good times that happened between them. The smiles, the laughs, the stolen kisses, and even the moments of intimacy. Each memory brought a new level of pain, each worse than the last. It got so hard that she collapsed to her knees, scraping her skin on the asphalt.
She didn't care. He was gone. That was all that mattered. Without him there, there was no point. There was no Lizzie. There was nothing. Nothing but pain.
She struggled to bring herself to her feet, but the weight was too much, driving her back down into the dark misery of his absence.
What would she do? How could she ever fill the void that he left behind? Would she survive? Did she even want to? These and hundreds more like them raced through her mind. She had no answers. Only pain.
Finally, one answer broke through and bubbled to the surface.
Stand up and move on.
The pain would be intense. She knew that there would be days where all she would want to do was curl up and die. She knew this, but still decided to fight.
She suddenly found the strength to stand. As she did, the rain stopped and the clouds began to clear. She sniffled, wiped away the tears, and smiled. It was a false smile, hollow and empty, but it was a start. In time, that smile would fill with true happiness and she'd be able to survive.
In time.
In time…
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Kikikimamama: I know this is a tad short and not very descriptive, but I think it works better that way. We don't know who left her, and it sparks our interest. Makes us want more! Sadly, as stated before, this shall be my last Lizzie story for quite awhile, if ever.
Also, I feel it has the right tone and attitude for my farewell. I hope you enjoyed this little tale. Be sure to check me out on there sections of !
Til next time… kikikimamama