A/N: Alright, this is another drabble! Haven't really done one in a while. But this is the one that I was thinking of later turning into a multi chap.
Now, it's pretty short. And I wrote it before going to bed a couple of days ago. You see, I was actually writing notes for James With A Second Chance, and the mood just struck me. Well, Read, Review, and Enjoy!
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I remember the day when she left for Santa Monica.
She had known for nearly a month what was going on, but I didn't find out until I saw her lugging her bright orange suitcase out of her dressing room door.
At first I figured maybe they were just moving her to her own dressing room, or they were all going on a spur of the moment road trip.
But no. She was leaving. For good. And she never planned on telling me.
We shouted back and forth, right there in the hallway. For once, there was actual anger behind both our words.
All she gave me were excuses. Trying to make it out like she couldn't have told me, or that it was my fault.
We both said horrible things. I doubt she regretted any of it. But I sure as hell do. Cuz I haven't spoken to her since. Not one word.
All I want is to hear her voice, see her smile. But I can't. God knows she'll never call. And I can't get up the nerve to.
Just like, even as she was walking out of my life, I couldn't get up the nerve to tell her how I felt. How I still feel.
I know it sounds cheezy, but when I lost Sonny, I felt as though I lost all the sunshine in my life.
I remember the day she left for Santa Monica.
It just...hurts to live since that day.
I remember the day she told me 'It's over.'
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A/N: Alrighty girls....and possibly a boy or two....that's the end of it. Obviously based off of the song Santa Monica by Theory of a Deadman, if you've heard it.
If I do decide to turn this into a multi-chap, it'll be posted as a different story (most likely) and it won't be until after I finish a few things. I have way too many stories going on...
Anyhoo, please review!