Author: Dazzling
Email: glitter_and_glam@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Oh, please.
Summary: Fourth in the 'Stop Making Me' series. Written in the style of 'Stop Making Me Love You.' Harm and Mac's thoughts after the events in the first three.
Timeline: The same night as in the end of 'Stop Making Me Question What I Know'.
Rating: PG13 for a couple of naughty words.
Distribution: If you ask nicely, go ahead. I like seeing my name in print!
Reviews and Feedback: Please? Only one more to go after this!
STOP MAKING ME MISS YOU LIKE THIS - HARM'S
Stop moping, Rabb. Remove yourself from the couch, put some shoes on your feet, walk aimlessly around the neighbourhood, do anything - just stop thinking about her. Quit dreaming about the way she lights up a room just by walking in. Stop killing yourself over what happened back there. Cease all imaginings of what life could be like with her by your side.
Oh, Mac...Sarah. Why'd you do it? Why couldn't you just break up with the bastard? Why did you ruin what could have been the only shot at happiness that I've had in a long, long time? Why do you still seem so damn beautiful to me, no matter what? And why have I been reduced to talking to myself?
God, Rabb, get a hold of yourself. Look at the picture of you and Renee. Smile at the picture of you and Renee. Recollect all the good times you had with the Video Princess. Renee is still there. You didn't break up with her either, remember? Renee will still be there, waiting for you tomorrow. Mac won't. Mac's gone. Why is that fact rapidly becoming the hardest thing you've ever had to accept?
Princess. Sarah means 'princess'. And she is. She's your princess. Was, Rabb. Past tense. Was. She's not yours anymore. Mic Brumby and her lies and your damn stupid foolish pride took care of that faster than anyone could have anticipated. Repeat that. She's not yours. Remember it. She's not yours. Deal with it. She's not yours. Move on.
I can't move on. I can't, or I won't? Which one is it? Did she hurt me so badly that I'm incapable of another relationship? Or do I still love her so much that I won't get into another one in case she comes back? God, Sarah, stop it. Stop holding the key to my heart and not using it. Stop entering my thoughts no matter what I try to think of. Stop making me miss you like this.
Pick up the phone. Call her. That would be the smart thing to do. Dial her number, and pour your feelings down the line to her. Tell her that that you need her, that you love her. Don't let her hang up until she knows that she truly is your princess. Do it, or spend the rest of your life waiting for her, not knowing if she'll ever be there again. As Nike says, just do it.
Email: glitter_and_glam@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Oh, please.
Summary: Fourth in the 'Stop Making Me' series. Written in the style of 'Stop Making Me Love You.' Harm and Mac's thoughts after the events in the first three.
Timeline: The same night as in the end of 'Stop Making Me Question What I Know'.
Rating: PG13 for a couple of naughty words.
Distribution: If you ask nicely, go ahead. I like seeing my name in print!
Reviews and Feedback: Please? Only one more to go after this!
STOP MAKING ME MISS YOU LIKE THIS - HARM'S
Stop moping, Rabb. Remove yourself from the couch, put some shoes on your feet, walk aimlessly around the neighbourhood, do anything - just stop thinking about her. Quit dreaming about the way she lights up a room just by walking in. Stop killing yourself over what happened back there. Cease all imaginings of what life could be like with her by your side.
Oh, Mac...Sarah. Why'd you do it? Why couldn't you just break up with the bastard? Why did you ruin what could have been the only shot at happiness that I've had in a long, long time? Why do you still seem so damn beautiful to me, no matter what? And why have I been reduced to talking to myself?
God, Rabb, get a hold of yourself. Look at the picture of you and Renee. Smile at the picture of you and Renee. Recollect all the good times you had with the Video Princess. Renee is still there. You didn't break up with her either, remember? Renee will still be there, waiting for you tomorrow. Mac won't. Mac's gone. Why is that fact rapidly becoming the hardest thing you've ever had to accept?
Princess. Sarah means 'princess'. And she is. She's your princess. Was, Rabb. Past tense. Was. She's not yours anymore. Mic Brumby and her lies and your damn stupid foolish pride took care of that faster than anyone could have anticipated. Repeat that. She's not yours. Remember it. She's not yours. Deal with it. She's not yours. Move on.
I can't move on. I can't, or I won't? Which one is it? Did she hurt me so badly that I'm incapable of another relationship? Or do I still love her so much that I won't get into another one in case she comes back? God, Sarah, stop it. Stop holding the key to my heart and not using it. Stop entering my thoughts no matter what I try to think of. Stop making me miss you like this.
Pick up the phone. Call her. That would be the smart thing to do. Dial her number, and pour your feelings down the line to her. Tell her that that you need her, that you love her. Don't let her hang up until she knows that she truly is your princess. Do it, or spend the rest of your life waiting for her, not knowing if she'll ever be there again. As Nike says, just do it.