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Intro: Always Like this
She looked at the torn pictures. Hundreds of them. Their pieces burnt, soaked, crumbled, crushed, shredded, stepped on, muddy, and scattered across the room. Every day. It was always like this. Each day she printed them out. And each day she proceeded to destroy them. Hoping, perhaps, that he were feeling the pain. And yet silently damning herself for wishing it at all. Each day she cleaned it up and threw the pieces away. And each day she printed a new batch. And each day she sat there and wrote to him on them and cried her heartache into them, maybe hoping he could feel that too. And yet hoping he would never know at all. But still wishing he might have once noticed her.......Each day she sat there and destroyed them. Damning her. Damning him. Damning fate. Damning herself. Damning herself for her helpless rage and weaknesses.
It was always like this. The only one she had ever loved. The only one she ever would love. The pictures of her beloved. She destroyed them, wishing the memories would go with them. But they never did. They would always be there. And so each day would go the same. At least in this respect. Until she would finally have peace in death.
It was always like this, she thought. I was always there, and yet never present at all. Always there, and always missed.
She cried silently, staring around at the scattered bits of pictures that held in them all her heartache and misery. Only one picture she never touched. The one on her wall. Her beautiful redhead smiling sweetly and complacently at her. The picture of her, smiling. And his arm around her shoulders.......... It was the closest he had ever come to her. The sweet smile only once given to her. She cried silently. Her face a mask of ice, even though inside her heart cried out in bitter misery.
It was always like this, she thought silently, and it will always be........
She took one last look at the torn up pictures. One look at the picture on the wall, before taking it down and putting it in her suitcase with everything else. One last look. She sent one last message. Then she left.
When the message arrived at Starwind & Hawking Enterprises, she was long gone. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he read it. He would know the truth, and she could live without the pain of him never knowing, even though she would probably never find out how he did feel. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered.
The message flashed up on the screen. The name read Gene Starwind. Gene Starwind opened it and gazed openmouthed at the email. There was a picture of his old old bounty team back on Heifong from before he met Jim, and after his father died. Beneath it,in bold red lettering, there was the message.
I Love You Gene. I Always Have. I Always Will. But You Never Knew. And I Was Never Brave Enough To Tell You. Because Of That, I Lost You Forever. I'm Sorry, Gene. But At Least You Know.
There was no signature, but Gene's eyes swept toward one persone in the picture. A skinny half ctarl-ctarl girl standing near the back, holding herself apart from the rest. She was wearing a black skintight outfit and a red and blue cape similar to his. She had long black and red hair and the red firey stripes for which she was named. Her usually cheerful eyes looked sideways in the picture. They were mournful and longing. At him. Inferno. She had.............? He felt like such an ass. He had thought her shy and weak. He mercilessly teased her. And she had taken it all without so much as a ctarl-ctarl mew. To his own surprise, he tasted salt tears in his mouth and realised he had been crying. Good thing everyone was out. He traced her email back to her adress and pulled on his cape. He wasn't sure why, but he had to see her.
When Jim got back, the computer was on. The email was still up and the tracking system left open. Jim read the email and looked at the tracking device. He pulled his coat back on and ran out the door.
Intro: Always Like this
She looked at the torn pictures. Hundreds of them. Their pieces burnt, soaked, crumbled, crushed, shredded, stepped on, muddy, and scattered across the room. Every day. It was always like this. Each day she printed them out. And each day she proceeded to destroy them. Hoping, perhaps, that he were feeling the pain. And yet silently damning herself for wishing it at all. Each day she cleaned it up and threw the pieces away. And each day she printed a new batch. And each day she sat there and wrote to him on them and cried her heartache into them, maybe hoping he could feel that too. And yet hoping he would never know at all. But still wishing he might have once noticed her.......Each day she sat there and destroyed them. Damning her. Damning him. Damning fate. Damning herself. Damning herself for her helpless rage and weaknesses.
It was always like this. The only one she had ever loved. The only one she ever would love. The pictures of her beloved. She destroyed them, wishing the memories would go with them. But they never did. They would always be there. And so each day would go the same. At least in this respect. Until she would finally have peace in death.
It was always like this, she thought. I was always there, and yet never present at all. Always there, and always missed.
She cried silently, staring around at the scattered bits of pictures that held in them all her heartache and misery. Only one picture she never touched. The one on her wall. Her beautiful redhead smiling sweetly and complacently at her. The picture of her, smiling. And his arm around her shoulders.......... It was the closest he had ever come to her. The sweet smile only once given to her. She cried silently. Her face a mask of ice, even though inside her heart cried out in bitter misery.
It was always like this, she thought silently, and it will always be........
She took one last look at the torn up pictures. One look at the picture on the wall, before taking it down and putting it in her suitcase with everything else. One last look. She sent one last message. Then she left.
When the message arrived at Starwind & Hawking Enterprises, she was long gone. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he read it. He would know the truth, and she could live without the pain of him never knowing, even though she would probably never find out how he did feel. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered.
The message flashed up on the screen. The name read Gene Starwind. Gene Starwind opened it and gazed openmouthed at the email. There was a picture of his old old bounty team back on Heifong from before he met Jim, and after his father died. Beneath it,in bold red lettering, there was the message.
I Love You Gene. I Always Have. I Always Will. But You Never Knew. And I Was Never Brave Enough To Tell You. Because Of That, I Lost You Forever. I'm Sorry, Gene. But At Least You Know.
There was no signature, but Gene's eyes swept toward one persone in the picture. A skinny half ctarl-ctarl girl standing near the back, holding herself apart from the rest. She was wearing a black skintight outfit and a red and blue cape similar to his. She had long black and red hair and the red firey stripes for which she was named. Her usually cheerful eyes looked sideways in the picture. They were mournful and longing. At him. Inferno. She had.............? He felt like such an ass. He had thought her shy and weak. He mercilessly teased her. And she had taken it all without so much as a ctarl-ctarl mew. To his own surprise, he tasted salt tears in his mouth and realised he had been crying. Good thing everyone was out. He traced her email back to her adress and pulled on his cape. He wasn't sure why, but he had to see her.
When Jim got back, the computer was on. The email was still up and the tracking system left open. Jim read the email and looked at the tracking device. He pulled his coat back on and ran out the door.
