Heartbeats
Disclaimer: Ficlet. I don't own anybody. Ficlet is based on Jose Gonzalez's song Heartbeats.
He was sitting the car outside her house. It was late. He knew that. But still something drove him here that night.
The light falling from her bedroom window drew shadows on the ground.
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
She didn't know he was here. She didn't have a clue. Every night during the last week he'd been here. It had been that way since they had their big fight .
Words were said that he regretted later. But did she?
Both under influence
We had a divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade
He saw her pulling curtains. He wasn't sure what to do. Would it be smart to go and apologize?
Is this the right time?
To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
He sighed wishing he could see her silhouette again. He wished he could stand close to her. To feel that feeling he'd been feeling since he first saw her.
But she didn't know...She couldn't know.
One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
She had said out that she didn't believe in love, marriage and love . But what had it been what he'd seen in her eyes?
Light of lust? Couldn't be. She just wasn't that kind of woman.
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
How long they'd been wroking together? 4 years?
It was long time. And during that he'd found depths in himself and her that he never imagined to find.
So many chances but he'd let them go. Because of her. Because she didn't want to.
To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
She was driving him crazy with all that scientific talk he didn't understand. But still he didn't want her to change.
To his mind she was perfect the way she was. Her skin, her smile, her eyes, her hair.
True she didn't know anything about pop-culture and sometimes they ended up in very weird situations but that's how it had always been.
To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
He had gotten used to her weirdness. He'd gotten used to her laugh, her voice, her jokes which sometimes didn't turn out the way she'd planned.
He remembered every single time they'd had dinner after cases were solved.
Chinese food, thai, mac&cheese.
And you, you knew the hand of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night
She was the only one he could really trust. She was the only one who listened her without saying a word if needed.
She was the one who critizised him if needed. She was the one who made him laugh even when he was down.
To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
for me, no
Raindrops fell on to the windows and drew weird lines when they rolled down. The sky had turned almost black
He needed to do something. How long will he stay there lurking outside her house? How long will he let this agony continue?
He remember the pain in her eyes when he'd said things that should have left unspoken
He took a deep breath in and stepped out of the car.
The decision was made.
To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
He ran through the pouring rain, heart full of hope and knocked on the dark wooden door.