Author: Monnie!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: John Doggett and Monica Reyes do not belong to me. Awww... :(
Summary: It's been a week since he left her. What's a girl to do?
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Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
The raindrops splattered on my windowpane. It's been raining for one week. Both outside and in my heart. It's been one week since he left me. And I haven't been the same since.
I find myself crying in the strangest places. While paying for goods at the grocery store, while getting dressed, and even while at work. Every night I crawl into bed, crying myself asleep. Every night for the past seven days. I don't know what I'll do.
I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't think. My mind is on him twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Seven. Seven days. That's how long he's been gone. I miss him. I wonder if he's happy. I wonder if he has any regrets. I tried to make him stay. Stay here with me. But he didn't. And now he's gone. Gone. He's been gone for seven days.
I tried to calm myself down with a cup of coffee. My wobbly hands and nervousness made the cup to fall to the ground and shatter. I dropped to my knees and started to cry. I am such a mess. I thought about eating something, but didn't. I'd just throw it up sooner or later. Look at me just wasting away. This situation was making me sick. And I didn't care. I just want him to come back.
I stare longingly at the photos on the wall. Photos of the both of us. Together. It seemed like he was gone for an eternity, when in reality it was only seven days. How much longer can I last like this? I feel so empty. I feel so miserable.
Every time I hear a car, I think it might be him. That he came back for me. And then to run outside only to have my hopes ripped to shreds. It's the worst feeling ever imaginable.
All of my friends tell me to "cheer up" and "move on". But they don't know what it's like. They don't know what it's like to have a broken heart. To have the man you love walk out on you without even having the heart to say good-bye face to face. To wake up one morning all alone with a note pasted on the fridge explaining why he left. And why he's never coming back. They don't know what thats like.
And although he left without saying a word, I still love him. I'm not angry at him, nor do I hold ill regrets. I'm sure he had his reasons. And no matter what, I'll always love him. I'll always care, and hold special feelings for him the way know other woman will.
But I believe he will come back one day. He has keys to the house. He knows he's always welcome here. And I'll be waiting for him. I can't love another. I sat down on the sofa. I had been so busy moping around and crying that I hadn't even realized how tired I was. I yawned and closed my eyes. I thought I heard something at the door, but it was probably just my imagination. I ignored it and fell asleep.
(time passes)
I rolled over and my eyes flickered slightly. It was dark but I made out the silhouette of the man standing above me. What was going on? Did he come back? Is he staying? So many questions. But there would be time for those later. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, and broke down crying again. This time tears of joy. He wiped those tears away from my eyes.
"Monica, I'm sor-"
I thrust my finger up against his lips. "It's okay John. Everything's all right now." I stroked his hair. "I missed you. I was so worried, John, I love you. Don't ever do that to me again."
He squeezed me tight and said, "I won't. I won't. I love you too Monica."
He moved forward and I pressed my lips up firmly against his. I felt his tongue connect with mine.
Then, a powerful light filled the room. The sun came out.
~Fin~