Take Me Away

by Gucciano

Katie Bell found comfort in being in love with Oliver Wood, until he left her for the woman of his dreams. In her emotional turmoil, Katie deteriorated, much to the humour of her former nemesis. But is his attitude towards her just superficial, or will be be the one to put her back together? New chapter on it's way :)

1. Without you

His warm body was wrapped around hers and his scent was a pleasure to wake up to. The comfort of him just being there made her feel like there was nothing that could harm her – she was safe here. He was still asleep. She watched him for a while, listening to his even breath, watching his mouth twitch into a smile, wondering what he was dreaming about.

He was a dream which she would sooner or later have to wake up from, and when she reached out to touch him, the dream became a reality as her hand sunk right through his angelic visage and struck the cold pillow, where he had once lain, and the sense of solitude hit her like the heaviness with which her heart once again started sinking.

There were tears, comforting like an old friend, reminding her to be thankful for being here, being alive. It was like life itself wouldn't understand – she didn't want it without him. When he left, her life fell into a monochromatic state. The nonchalance with which he walked away from her drew the color from her existence. She didn't want to think – he was all that she could think about; she didn't want to smile – he was her happiness. The reality that she refused to accept was that she didn't mean any of this to him.

She was just another body type, another hair color, and another face that one-day he would forget. She had no name, just "babe," "my girl," "wifey." She couldn't believe that these words bore so much sentiment to her, but to him just referred to another number in his phone book.

She hated that she couldn't regret him coming into her life. He had taught her how to feel, how to be, how to love. She just hated that she wasn't beautiful enough, or smart enough, or sexy enough to keep him. That's all she wanted to be: good enough for him. She felt alive with him. She wanted to be with him. She fell in love with him. No one could be him. She wouldn't even try to replace him. Surely if she'd done enough to show him how much she cared, he'd still be here. But he wasn't, and she was a failure, and her punishment was to go another day without the deep music of his voice, the scent of his skin, the comfort of his arms.