A/N Just a quick little oneshot about the aftermath of TWC… even though everyone else is writing one. I just had to put this up. It's…odd, though. Some of these lines are Jade's thoughts (I kept them un-italicized for a reason), and some aren't. It skips around a lot, and it isn't in any particular PoV. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, Victorious doth I not own. Blah.
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Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
The ten seconds had passed.
The count had stopped.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
What once was anger had turned into hurt.
What once was arrogance had turned into blindsided shock.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Her tears fall steadily, one by one, like a funeral procession marching to a silent dirge that only they can follow.
The soundless drops are echoed by the bathroom faucet, the only thing that regularly breaks the deafening silence.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Darkness. Darkness is all there is now.
Isn't that what a void is? Pure darkness?
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
A darkened bathroom with a locked door, a bed with night-black sheets, a gaping hole in a wounded heart that someone once filled…
These are all a kind of void, in and of themselves.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Damn faucet. Why won't it just shut up?
…If he was here, he could fix it.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Ten seconds can destroy two years.
That's a twisted kind of math, but it works.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Blackness. Numbness.
Time passes without feeling.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
At the heart of human emotions is a fusebox…
Does that make us machines?
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
One, two…
I can't get over you.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Three, four…
You said we couldn't fight anymore.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Five, six…
Words hurt more than bullets and bricks.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Seven, eight…
Ten seconds was an eternity to wait.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
Nine, ten…
I wish I could just see you smile again.
Drip, drip.
Drip, drip.
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A/N Now for a rant. Oh joy.
The Worst Couple was….argh…complicated. I loved it, but I hated it SO MUCH….but then I loved it again...do you see a pattern here?
AND HE JUST SOOD THERE. WHY. WHY. GAH.
…Okay, I'll turn off the fangirl for a moment. But it was…truly sad. Jade can be a demanding (another word for a female dog) at times, but…she's my favorite character, and it was kinda heartbreaking. :/
WHY, DAN? WHY MUST YOU BREAK UP THE ONLY COUPLE ON THE SHOW?
For those of you who are awaiting an update for my other story, The West Wing (if you haven't read it already, go check it out!), here's a bit of news: I won't be writing the next chapter for a little while, regrettably. I'm going to be busy Thursday through Sunday, etc…wait, you don't care about my schedule. My bad. Just wanted to let you know, and to apologize.
….I think that when the author's note is twice the size of the actual oneshot, the author needs to shut the heck up. So, uhm, yeah. Stuff.
~IF7