Hello again!
Don't Change is going to conclude in this chapter. This was a short story I wrote, so I'm sorry it's a little short ;. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciated the feedback.
-PenguinDust
P.S. I'm sure this a bit mushy for some. Heh, it's probably the mushiest story I've ever written. Also, last time I forgot to say that "I don't own Futurama" crud. Well, it's obvious I don't. But I do own this story, and if anyone rips it off in anyway, you are lower than scum.
"I don't think...I don't love you anymore."
Fry's words stung. What did he mean, he didn't love her anymore? Wasn't Fry the one persistently pursuing her, no matter how many times he was rejected?
Leela frowned. "But...but..."
Fry looked at her with a sad, but spiteful smile.
"When I came home, my family didn't believe me. They didn't believe I went to the 30th century or that I made friends with a robot, a cyclops...they told me to go to a therapist." He said quietly.
"And then I realized, that you, that everything there was an illusion. I was such a kid...it was just a fantasy world where I could escape. I didn't belong here, so I created something that I could belong in."
"But, Fry, I'm real!"
He ignored her and continued,
"I told myself, that the best way to get rid of my memory there was to forget. It was hard at first, but I started to forget everything. All the adventure and the friends I made...and then you came." He said, as if it was Leela's fault. Leela shook her head.
"No, Fry. You can't forget me. I won't forget you! I love you! I really do Fry, I--"
"DON'T YOU THINK IT'S A LITTLE TOO LATE!?" Fry interrupted, his face turning tomato red.
Leela was taken aback, she never saw him that angry. and kept her mouth shut. Fry looked at her, his face twisted from a mixture of melancholy and pain.
"I'm sorry...but I think...I just loved you because I was lonely...I got attached. I'm sorry, but I love someone else now. Carrie, she's great isn't she?" Fry tried to change the mood around, but to no avail.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." Leela muttered sarcastically, avoiding his glance.
"She didn't mean what she said, Leela. Carrie's really nice, honestly. We get along so well. But you and I, well, we weren't so compatible. For starters, I have two and you have one..." Fry looked at her like it was a joke. She glared at him. Wasn't it him who told her that she didn't need two eyes, because she was beautiful anyway? And even when they met, Fry never made fun of Leela's eye. Fry took a deep breath and continued,
"Leela, I just don't think...I think we should move on. I'm not the same person I was three years ago. I grew up, I decided to stop acting so childish, so stupid. And I'm a better man for it."
"..."
"You understand, don't you?"
"...No, I don't, Fry. You said you loved me. Even when I rejected you, you kept on pursuing me. You never gave up, no matter how many times I told you I only saw you as a friend. I'm sorry I hurt you before, I was just confused, I wasn't sure about starting a relationship with you. But, finally, I see that I loved you all along. Maybe it is too late, but that won't change my feelings for you. I love you no matter what, even if you've changed...because I know that you're the same Fry I know and love inside." Leela looked at him boldly. Fry was silent, though he seemed a bit suprised at her uncharacteristic speech.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Leela." He left her alone in Central Park. Leela gazed at him, as he walked slowly into New York's bustling metropolis. Soon, Fry was just another color in it's palette.
She couldn't move. Leela finally had told him but had accomplished nothing. She was in pain, not a physical pain, but a pain that immobilized her. A pain that made her heart heavy. She wanted to cry, but no tears would come out. Leela sat on a park bench, contemplating her silence. She stared into the vibrant sunset that might have looked pretty some other day. Yes, some other day.
Leela woke up in her own bedroom, her eyes wincing from the light that escaped from her blinds. She sighed, another mystery that surrounded her. She didn't question her sudden appearance back home, though. Leela thought, she might as well be here. Fry didn't want her with him.
She felt something warm endowing her and turned to see something familiar to her. It was Fry's red jacket, the one he wore everyday. She held it tightly to her chest, it was so warm. Fry would always be with her now, she smiled sadly. But Leela didn't want him to live on in a piece of clothing, she wanted to be near him, to be able to embrace him.
The bitter feeling of loneliness crept upon her again but she suddenly had the urge to look into his pocket. There was a photograph there, one of her, Fry, and Bender. She half-smiled, hoping he thought of them sometimes. She flipped the photograph over, which revealed a note from Fry in his surprisingly-neat handwriting. It said:
"Leela—I have to tell you something. I love you. I love you very much. I think about you every single day, sometimes you're all I think about. I miss the future. Living back in old N.Y. sucks. I tried to tell people about 3000...but nobody believed me. So I started to try and pretend it was all a dream...
But I know it was real; I know you're real. I know you don't love me the way I love you, but someday, I'm going to go back. Whatever it takes, I'm going to the place I belong. With you.
In the meantime...maybe this photo will travel through time or something...I could always...huh...
--Love, Fry."
Leela sat for a minute, and then put the photo on her nightstand. Today was a new day, inviting and exciting. The sunshine had never looked brighter. Leela decided she needed to talk to the professor; she has plans to discuss. As the door opened, Leela's eye widened. Ah yes, the sunshine was never brighter.
So, how did you like chapter 2? The end wasn't concrete, infact many elements of DChange weren't, but don't get mad, this is how it was planned to be. Did Fry appear at her door, or maybe the light just got in her eye? I'd like to hear what you thought the ending was or was like, please review.
Thank you,
PenguinDust
