Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will be.
I guess I'm kinda digging up all the stories I wrote but never posted… But technically, this one isn't really a story… just Lindsay's thoughts. Each paragraph is her with a different person, I'm sure you'll be able to tell who.
Quite outdated, really… Spoilers from Heroes… And I actually wrote this on a spare piece of paper during my finals, English paper… (I think the invigilators thought I was desperately writing my essay with only 3 minutes to go when I was actually scribbling this… lol)
Insecure
I couldn't help but
stare at your face when we heard the news,
It was an expression of
determination like no other.
I have never seen
anyone with this much resolve,
To catch the one that
did the wrong.
No other victim got
this very face from you,
Not even a fellow
Marine.
What makes her so
special?
What makes her worth
it?
I couldn't help but
wonder,
Would your face be the
same
if it was me?
I couldn't help but
notice,
You were processing
evidence so carefully.
You dug up textbooks,
made drawings both on paper and computer…
You were probably
trying to find something, anything, to suggest this skull
wasn't hers.
You were working so
hard.
I couldn't help but
ask, "How well do you know her?" seeing that you were working in
the morgue most of the time.
Maybe you could give me
an unbiased answer.
You replied softly,
"Well enough to know that if it was one of us, she'll never sleep
til' she caught our killer,"
And I nodded.
I couldn't help but
wonder,
Would she ever lose any
sleep,
if it was me?
We searched for
evidence in the car where she was burned.
I felt obliged to say,
"I wish I could have met her," even though I wasn't sure if I
really did.
"You would have liked
her," you replied.
I highly doubt it.
What is wrong with me?
Where did that thought
come from?
I'm turning into an
evil, heartless monster.
And yet, I couldn't
help but wonder,
Do you like me too?
Or am I just a mere
filling, of no importance,
For the void she left
behind?
My heart wrenched in
pain,
As I heard you talk of
how you tried to date her, and how she said you were out of her
league.
I laughed along with
the rest
But inside I felt like
crying.
Did you notice I chose
to sit beside you?
Or were you too
preoccupied with thinking about her?
You might tease me
about being from the country.
You might carry me in your arms.
You might make jokes about marrying me.
You might call me
Montana.
But I couldn't help
but realize,
You'll never love me
as much as you love her.
END