A/N: Hello people! I have a new oneshot just for you! Inspiration struck me while sitting on the bus. I had my iPod on, listening to Shinedown. If You Only Knew started playing, and BAM! IDEA FLOW! (It's a good idea to go listen to that song and then read this oneshot.)
Title credit to Blink-182, for writing the amazing song I Miss You. (GO LISTEN TO IT!)
Just a note: I do use lyrics in this oneshot. They are noted in italics.
DISCLAIMER: Nope. Don't own anything you recognize.
Sabrina Grimm waved at her boyfriend as he entered the taxi that would take him the airport. Puck – her boyfriend – had decided to travel the world some more, but as she was tied down with her job of being a lawyer for Everafters, Sabrina was unable to go with him.
Retreating back into their small house, Sabrina smiled softly to herself. She'd have the house to herself, but she knew that she'd miss Puck. Despite his childish pranks and attitude, she loved him. And even though she'd never admit it to anyone, he'd saved her life countless times when she'd been unable to save herself.
He's not perfect. He's my hero.
-x-
Puck had been gone for around a month, off collecting magical items. He'd sent letters home, and called Sabrina once a day. But Sabrina still missed him. Hearing his voice over the phone, or reading the words he wrote, just weren't the same as seeing him face to face. She hoped he'd come home soon.
Sitting at her desk, she tore a sheet of loose leaf out of a spiral notebook. She began to write her letter. It opened with her writing how she was doing. Eventually, she had to ask when he was coming home.
Quickly jotting the question down, she ended the letter. After she'd folded it into an envelope, she added it to the pile of mail she was taking to the post office the next day.
Even when you're gone, I don't regret any days I spent, nights we shared, or letters that I sent.
-x-
A year had passed since Puck had left to travel the globe. He still didn't know when he'd be home. Sabrina missed him with an ache, and it was a struggle to fight the urge to buy a plane ticket straight to where he was at that time. His calls were getting less and less regular, his letters even less often.
And still Sabrina wrote to him once a week.
Don't try to hide the distance, it's just too big to ignore.
-x-
A year and a half had gone by. Sabrina was unable to get a good night's rest. She rolled onto her back, gazing up at the ceiling. The furniture in the room cast eerie shadows around the room. She sighed, looking at the clock.
4:03. In the morning. Knowing she'd never be able to get any sleep, she crawled out of bed. She walked out into the kitchen, sitting down at the dining table. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, she began to write Puck another letter.
Finishing it, she went back up to bed, where she tossed and turned until she had to get up for work.
It's 4:03, and I can't sleep. Without you next to me, I toss and turn like the sea.
-x-
A month later, Sabrina received a phone call from Puck. She was in the middle of talking to a client, but as it was Puck, and he hadn't called in a week or two, she excused herself.
Answering the call, she heard Puck's voice. "Hey Sabrina," he said, his voice cracking.
Letting out a small sigh, she responded, "Puck! You haven't called me for at least a week! Where are you?"
"France."
Get another stamp in your passport. Wash your breakfast down with some red wine.
-x-
Two months later. Sabrina wrote a letter at least once a week, but she hardly ever sent them. Puck had long since stopped writing back, using the excuse that he was too busy. Sabrina didn't believe that for a minute. He only called about once a month. Sabrina was hoping he'd be home soon.
All along we talked of forever, I kind of think that we won't get better.
-x-
One year, five months, seven days. That was how long Puck had been gone. To take her mind off of things, Sabrina went to take a walk.
Walking through Central Park, she saw all these other couples around her age. Most were holding hands. Others were kissing. Some were laughing.
Sabrina felt tears beginning to form in her eyes. Puck should be there with her, not off collecting magic objects. At that moment, she didn't care that that might have been more important to the state of the world. She needed Puck.
Watch out, Cupid stuck me with a sickness. Pull your little arrows out, let me live my life.
-x-
Sabrina couldn't take it a second longer. Almost two years had passed since Puck had left, and he'd stopped calling entirely. She knew he kept in touch with his brother, Mustardseed, but she was too scared to go and ask him how Puck was. The last time Sabrina had talked to Mustardseed was two months ago. And he'd assumed that, since they'd stopped calling and writing each other, they weren't together anymore. So what had Mustardseed done? Asked Sabrina out. Of course, she'd said no.
But it was still hard to talk to him after that had happened. But she couldn't stand not knowing any longer. She marched straight up to him, and asked him how Puck was. It was like a slap across the face when he told her that Puck had requested he not tell her.
Love promises nothing, and then your love dies.
-x-
Sabrina went home after her conversation with Mustardseed feeling completely deflated. She sat down on the couch, her knees drawn up, her chin resting on them. She let tears fall freely from her eyes, leaving droplets of water on her jeans. She heard someone come into her house, but she didn't look up, didn't respond until the person sat down next to her. Hugging her, the person murmured words of reassurance to her. She looked at the person, surprised to see it was Puck. Sniffling, she asked, "When'd you get home?'
"Not too long ago. Why are you crying?" he responded, asking a question of his own.
She snapped, all tears gone. Instead, a fury burned in her eyes. "Why am I crying? You stopped responding to my calls, didn't write back, and you told Mustardseed not to tell me where you were! For all I knew, you were dead!"
He let her continue on her rant, not saying anything, just taking it all. Finally, she stopped, the rage dwindling. "I'm glad to be home, too," he muttered.
So one day he found her crying, coiled up on the dirty ground. Her prince finally came to save her.
Songs used (in order):
Front Row by Metric
If You Only Knew by Shinedown
I'll Set You Free by The Bangles
If You Only Knew by Shinedown
Kaleidoscope by Blink-182
After Midnight by Blink 182
Sick Muse by Metric
I Hate Love by Garbage
Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore
I hope you liked it! It was kinda hard to write, but all the lyrics I used are from songs I absolutely love. I'd suggest listening to all of them. :)
Anywho. I NEED PROMPTS, PLEASE! I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS, AND MUSIC ISN'T GOING TO INSPIRE ME FOREVER.