The Blue Skies We Wait On

by LetMeWalkTheEarthWithYou

Companion piece to "The Color In Anything"/Collection of random snippets posted in no chronological order/Emily&Aaron/Past/Present/She doesn't fit into his neat world consisting of laws and rules and rights and wrongs. She's everything he isn't, and he's everything she never wants to become. And despite what he might think, it has nothing to do with her age.

30. I Told You So

Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything belongs to its rightful owners.

AN: Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read and/or review my stories, it really means the world to me! And a BIG special thank you goes to the amazingly talented purpleplasticpurse for beta reading!

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-I Told You So-

(The Color In Anything/March 2010)

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"I changed my mind," she says, her voice firm, when she meets her own reflection in the mirror above the sink. "I want to come back."

There's nothing but silence at the other end of the line and she's tempted to say it again, when Clyde finally asks: "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't call if I wasn't," she answers, hoping he won't notice the slight change in her voice. "Just tell me what to do and I will."

Another pause, longer this time. Heavier.

"What changed your mind, darling?" Clyde wants to know, and Emily feels the need to close her eyes.

She doesn't, and keeps watching herself in the mirror instead. Her own eyes staring back at her are empty and unfamiliar.

Instead of giving him an answer, she asks: "How long will it take?"

Again she's met with nothing but silence and she feels her grip around the phone tightening.

There's a knock from outside the bathroom door, making her turn around in frustration.

"Emily, are you in there?"

"I'll be right out," Emily calls, trying to hide her anger.

"Let me guess, darling," Clyde chuckles. "He did."

It's not a question. And of course not. He told her so years ago.

"You said all I had to do was call," she presses, hoping it's quiet enough to not be heard from outside the bathroom door.

"There's no going back this time, Em. When it's done, it's done. If you want to come back, you-"

"I know," Emily says. "I know. Just tell me how long it'll take."

"I'm not in London. I'll give you a call as soon as I'm back. But it'll take time to arrange everything. You know that."

"Emily? Are you alright?"

Another knock on the door, more forceful this time.

"Someone's worried," Clyde jokes and Emily bites back some snarky comment.

"Thank you," she tells him.

There's another pause, before Clyde answers: "Anytime, darling. Anytime."

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Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything belongs to its rightful owners.