21. A Sad Song
Authors Note: The song used in this chapter is called When the Rain Falls by Leah Pipes. If you can find it online, I'd reccomed downloading it and listening to it while reading this. Ack. Grace gets outta character from here on down. I tried, I really did, but it just became abnormally hard to write for Grace. Sorry about that. But hey, there's still much needed scarasm, because scarasm rocks, so hopefully that will help a little.
*Oh…oo oo
I don't understand
This should be so easy
To just reach my hand
And know the world is free
But nothing's, as it seems
I can tell you freely
Touching's not the only way to feel*
Joan sat on her bed, looking out the window. The rain was pouring down. A tear rolled down her cheek. She turned to the clock. 9:40pm. His plane would be leaving for New York any minute. If she dove fast enough, she might be able to make it. The scenario in her mind. She would run into the airport minutes before the plane took off.
Adam! Adam turned around and saw her, soaking wet from the rain, and out of breath. He looked directally into her eyes. Jane? He called her Jane. Because he remembered. He remembered everything. Joan ran up to him and they hugged. His flight was called. Adam, don't go. Jane, I can't go. I can't leave you. He would say, kissing her as the plane took off for New York, minus Adam.
Joan let out a sigh. She had been watching too many romance movies. Even if she could make it there on time, that would never happen. Adam just didn't feel the same way about her. She wasn't Jane anymore, no, she was simply Joan.
*When the rain falls
It's like heaven's crying
When the name's all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain.*
Adam sat in the Maryland Internation Airport watching the rain fall on the runway below. He took his bag off and placed it on the floor. New York. New York City. It sounded so strange. Maryland. Arcadia. Arcadia was his home. It was where he belonged. So why was he about to get on a plane and fly to the other end of the east coast and leave everything behind. His family, his friends, Joan. Adam let out a sigh. Joan. He was hoping she would show up, but he knew she wouldn't. Adam knew he loved Joan, but he just couldn't. Because in ten minutes, he would be on a plane to New York, starting his new life and leaving Joan Girardi and the pain of his past behind in Maryland.
*I know you probably say
That I'm just talking crazy
To think of life that way
Means that I'm confused
There's happy and there's sad
But maybe yes just maybe
The sadness can make the happiness more true*
The door to Joan's room opened, and Kevin wheeled in. Joan quickly dried her eyes on her arm. Kevin rolled over to her bedside.
"What's wrong Joan?" he asked. Joan shook her head.
"N-nothing."
"Joan, you've been crying. What happened?"
"Adam's leaving tonight. It's no big deal."
"Wait, Adam Rove is leaving for New York tonight, and you aren't at the airport?" She shook her head.
"He doesn't want me there."
"You don't know that. When does his plane leave?"
"Ten minutes."
"If you run, you can make it," Kevin told her. She looked at him with a small smile. Jumping off her bed, she pulled her jacket off her desk chair, grabbed her keys and ran downstairs.
*When the rain falls
It's like heaven's crying
When the name's all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain.
Because I know the bones were necessary
I don't let it bother me at all*
Adam stood up and picked his backpack off of the floor, putting it on. That's when he saw Joan. She ran over to him, soaking wet.
"Adam!" she yelled.
"Joan?" Joan stopped infront of him.
"I thought I wouldn't make it in time," she said, hugging Adam. The intercom turned on.
"Flight 150 non stop to New York is departing from gate 13, all passangers please board." Adam pulled back from Joan.
"That's my flight." Joan nodded.
"I guess I'll see you around?" she asked.
"Yeah.." Adam said, walking towards the gate. Joan leaned her head against the huge airport windows.
"I love you Adam," she whispered. On the airplane, Adam looked out the window and down at the airport that was becoming smaller and smaller.
"I love you Jane," he said quietly.
*When the rain falls
It's like heaven's crying
When the name's all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain.*
Meanwhile at Grace's house, Grace looked at the clock on her desk. The numbers changed. 9:50. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked into the bathroom, picking up a box and reading the back of it. She set it down.
"Two lines. Please have two lines," she said under her breath, picking up a piece of plastic with a blue line. One. Not two. One. Grace threw it in the trash can and sunk down on the floor. One line. She was pregnet.
*Oh…oo oo*
Authors Note: The song used in this chapter is called When the Rain Falls by Leah Pipes. If you can find it online, I'd reccomed downloading it and listening to it while reading this. Ack. Grace gets outta character from here on down. I tried, I really did, but it just became abnormally hard to write for Grace. Sorry about that. But hey, there's still much needed scarasm, because scarasm rocks, so hopefully that will help a little.
*Oh…oo oo
I don't understand
This should be so easy
To just reach my hand
And know the world is free
But nothing's, as it seems
I can tell you freely
Touching's not the only way to feel*
Joan sat on her bed, looking out the window. The rain was pouring down. A tear rolled down her cheek. She turned to the clock. 9:40pm. His plane would be leaving for New York any minute. If she dove fast enough, she might be able to make it. The scenario in her mind. She would run into the airport minutes before the plane took off.
Adam! Adam turned around and saw her, soaking wet from the rain, and out of breath. He looked directally into her eyes. Jane? He called her Jane. Because he remembered. He remembered everything. Joan ran up to him and they hugged. His flight was called. Adam, don't go. Jane, I can't go. I can't leave you. He would say, kissing her as the plane took off for New York, minus Adam.
Joan let out a sigh. She had been watching too many romance movies. Even if she could make it there on time, that would never happen. Adam just didn't feel the same way about her. She wasn't Jane anymore, no, she was simply Joan.
*When the rain falls
It's like heaven's crying
When the name's all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain.*
Adam sat in the Maryland Internation Airport watching the rain fall on the runway below. He took his bag off and placed it on the floor. New York. New York City. It sounded so strange. Maryland. Arcadia. Arcadia was his home. It was where he belonged. So why was he about to get on a plane and fly to the other end of the east coast and leave everything behind. His family, his friends, Joan. Adam let out a sigh. Joan. He was hoping she would show up, but he knew she wouldn't. Adam knew he loved Joan, but he just couldn't. Because in ten minutes, he would be on a plane to New York, starting his new life and leaving Joan Girardi and the pain of his past behind in Maryland.
*I know you probably say
That I'm just talking crazy
To think of life that way
Means that I'm confused
There's happy and there's sad
But maybe yes just maybe
The sadness can make the happiness more true*
The door to Joan's room opened, and Kevin wheeled in. Joan quickly dried her eyes on her arm. Kevin rolled over to her bedside.
"What's wrong Joan?" he asked. Joan shook her head.
"N-nothing."
"Joan, you've been crying. What happened?"
"Adam's leaving tonight. It's no big deal."
"Wait, Adam Rove is leaving for New York tonight, and you aren't at the airport?" She shook her head.
"He doesn't want me there."
"You don't know that. When does his plane leave?"
"Ten minutes."
"If you run, you can make it," Kevin told her. She looked at him with a small smile. Jumping off her bed, she pulled her jacket off her desk chair, grabbed her keys and ran downstairs.
*When the rain falls
It's like heaven's crying
When the name's all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain.
Because I know the bones were necessary
I don't let it bother me at all*
Adam stood up and picked his backpack off of the floor, putting it on. That's when he saw Joan. She ran over to him, soaking wet.
"Adam!" she yelled.
"Joan?" Joan stopped infront of him.
"I thought I wouldn't make it in time," she said, hugging Adam. The intercom turned on.
"Flight 150 non stop to New York is departing from gate 13, all passangers please board." Adam pulled back from Joan.
"That's my flight." Joan nodded.
"I guess I'll see you around?" she asked.
"Yeah.." Adam said, walking towards the gate. Joan leaned her head against the huge airport windows.
"I love you Adam," she whispered. On the airplane, Adam looked out the window and down at the airport that was becoming smaller and smaller.
"I love you Jane," he said quietly.
*When the rain falls
It's like heaven's crying
When the name's all
The difference that there is
Cause tears are
The same when they are trying to grow something good
Out of all the pain
There's no difference between the teardrops and the rain.*
Meanwhile at Grace's house, Grace looked at the clock on her desk. The numbers changed. 9:50. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked into the bathroom, picking up a box and reading the back of it. She set it down.
"Two lines. Please have two lines," she said under her breath, picking up a piece of plastic with a blue line. One. Not two. One. Grace threw it in the trash can and sunk down on the floor. One line. She was pregnet.
*Oh…oo oo*