Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story and a few characters. And
I don't own the song ,,Nobody wants to be lonely".
AN: I want to thank the reviewers! They made me so happy :-) And, yeah, sorry about the wait. Dad went bananas because of the phone bill (honestly, $200 aren't THAT much) and has put me in a computer bann. But he's at work now, hehe.
My sister censored this FINAL chapter. She says I'm totally stuck in the mushy stuff. But I couldn't help it...
It's a songfic. Sorry if you don't like songfics...but I couldn't resist. The song fits quite well!
And, I want to thank Manga 200 for the title! I fell in love with it immediately!
*Gretchen's POV* (Two weeks later...)
I'm off the hospital. Thank God. But I have to go to some appointments to Dr Weaver. It shouldn't be too bad. We've gotten quite a good friends when I was staying at the hospital. Not a doctor-patient friends, I think. Friend-friend friends.
I open the door to my apartment. It's emty. Of course. The only difference is that that all my plants are dead.
I look at the phone answerer. No messages. Hah! Who would EVER call me?! I don't know why the hell I bought it.
Then I look at the pink scar on my skinny wrist. Maybe I should try again? Not the knife, though. Maybe the Valium pills.
Although I've hardly thought as much about TJ since Spinelli scolded me. I've been thinking about another man. Who's totally out of reach.
There you are
In a darkened room
And you're all alone
Looking out the window
Your heart is cold
And lost the will to love
Like a broken arrow
Dr Weaver. Larry.
I will never have him. I'm destined to be lonely and miserable. I've just gotten over TJ, and now am I in love with HIM!
I reach for the pill box. Shakily.
*Dr Weaver's POV* ( in his apartment)
Gretchen. An interesting woman. Not pretty....but interesting. Incredibly smart. It's nice to talk to her. She somehow....understands me.
I shouldn't be thinking about a patient like that. But I can't help it. There's just something about her. Something deep and mysterious...something that I want to get to know.
Here I stand in the shadows
Come to me
Come to me
Can't you see that
Nobody wants to be lonely
Nobody wants to cry
My body's longing to hold you
So bad it hurts inside
Time is precious and it's
Slipping away
And I've been waitin' for you all
Of my life
Nobody wants to be lonely
So why
Why don't you let me love you
Yes, I love her. Hah! I said it! Am I professional or what! A psychiatrist falling in love with a patient! A patient who's obsessed with her first love.
That's why she'll probably never love me. We're just friends.
*flashback*
,,Hello Gretchen," I say cheerfully. She smiles.
,,Hello, Dr Weaver."
,,Just call me Larry." She smiles again. I feel this strange feeling welling upp inside me. I haven't felt like this since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend Daisy four years ago. I thought I could never love a woman again. Was I wrong?
*end of flashback*
Can you hear my voice
Do you hear my song
It's a serenade
So your heart can find me
And suddenly you're
Flying down the stairs
What am I doing? I just grabbed my coat and rushed out of the apartment and into my car.
I'm heading to her's place. I somehow got the feeling that I HAD to see her.
*Gretchen's POV*
Into my arms, baby
Before I start going crazy
Run to me
Run to me
'cause I'm dyin'
I'm pouring some vodka to a glass. It spills to the floor and in my lap but I don't care. The only thing I can think of is Larry.
I spill the pills to the table. How many will I need?
Nobody wants to be lonely
Nobody wants to cry
My body's longing to hold you
So bad it hurts inside
*Larry's POV*
Time is precious and it's
Slipping away
And I've been waitin' for you all
Of my life
Nobody wants to be lonely
So why
Why don't you let me love you
I'm running up the stairs to her apartment. I have this strange feeling. That something bad will happen to her if I don't make it in time.
*knock knock* (AN: Ok, that was stupid)
*Gretchen's POV*
,,Huh?" Who's spilling my private death? Again.
,,Who is it?" I shout.
,,Gretchen?"
I feel my heart skip a beat. I quickly hide the pills and the voska glass. I open the door.
I wanna feel you need me
Just like the air you're breathin'
I need you here in my life
Don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't walk away, no
,,Larry," I say softly.
,,Gretchen...I...I...."
He's shaking. I led him worriedly to the sofa. I sit next to him.
,,What's wrong?" I ask gently.
*normal POV*
Neither of them says anything. Larry simply takes Gretchens hand and squeezes it gently.
They both knew that handshake would last forever.
Nobody wants to be lonlely
Nobody wants to cry
Yay! It's finished! But I won't refuse some reviews! :-)
Then I'll MAYBE make a sequel. With Spin and TJ.
Ashley
AN: I want to thank the reviewers! They made me so happy :-) And, yeah, sorry about the wait. Dad went bananas because of the phone bill (honestly, $200 aren't THAT much) and has put me in a computer bann. But he's at work now, hehe.
My sister censored this FINAL chapter. She says I'm totally stuck in the mushy stuff. But I couldn't help it...
It's a songfic. Sorry if you don't like songfics...but I couldn't resist. The song fits quite well!
And, I want to thank Manga 200 for the title! I fell in love with it immediately!
*Gretchen's POV* (Two weeks later...)
I'm off the hospital. Thank God. But I have to go to some appointments to Dr Weaver. It shouldn't be too bad. We've gotten quite a good friends when I was staying at the hospital. Not a doctor-patient friends, I think. Friend-friend friends.
I open the door to my apartment. It's emty. Of course. The only difference is that that all my plants are dead.
I look at the phone answerer. No messages. Hah! Who would EVER call me?! I don't know why the hell I bought it.
Then I look at the pink scar on my skinny wrist. Maybe I should try again? Not the knife, though. Maybe the Valium pills.
Although I've hardly thought as much about TJ since Spinelli scolded me. I've been thinking about another man. Who's totally out of reach.
There you are
In a darkened room
And you're all alone
Looking out the window
Your heart is cold
And lost the will to love
Like a broken arrow
Dr Weaver. Larry.
I will never have him. I'm destined to be lonely and miserable. I've just gotten over TJ, and now am I in love with HIM!
I reach for the pill box. Shakily.
*Dr Weaver's POV* ( in his apartment)
Gretchen. An interesting woman. Not pretty....but interesting. Incredibly smart. It's nice to talk to her. She somehow....understands me.
I shouldn't be thinking about a patient like that. But I can't help it. There's just something about her. Something deep and mysterious...something that I want to get to know.
Here I stand in the shadows
Come to me
Come to me
Can't you see that
Nobody wants to be lonely
Nobody wants to cry
My body's longing to hold you
So bad it hurts inside
Time is precious and it's
Slipping away
And I've been waitin' for you all
Of my life
Nobody wants to be lonely
So why
Why don't you let me love you
Yes, I love her. Hah! I said it! Am I professional or what! A psychiatrist falling in love with a patient! A patient who's obsessed with her first love.
That's why she'll probably never love me. We're just friends.
*flashback*
,,Hello Gretchen," I say cheerfully. She smiles.
,,Hello, Dr Weaver."
,,Just call me Larry." She smiles again. I feel this strange feeling welling upp inside me. I haven't felt like this since I broke up with my ex-girlfriend Daisy four years ago. I thought I could never love a woman again. Was I wrong?
*end of flashback*
Can you hear my voice
Do you hear my song
It's a serenade
So your heart can find me
And suddenly you're
Flying down the stairs
What am I doing? I just grabbed my coat and rushed out of the apartment and into my car.
I'm heading to her's place. I somehow got the feeling that I HAD to see her.
*Gretchen's POV*
Into my arms, baby
Before I start going crazy
Run to me
Run to me
'cause I'm dyin'
I'm pouring some vodka to a glass. It spills to the floor and in my lap but I don't care. The only thing I can think of is Larry.
I spill the pills to the table. How many will I need?
Nobody wants to be lonely
Nobody wants to cry
My body's longing to hold you
So bad it hurts inside
*Larry's POV*
Time is precious and it's
Slipping away
And I've been waitin' for you all
Of my life
Nobody wants to be lonely
So why
Why don't you let me love you
I'm running up the stairs to her apartment. I have this strange feeling. That something bad will happen to her if I don't make it in time.
*knock knock* (AN: Ok, that was stupid)
*Gretchen's POV*
,,Huh?" Who's spilling my private death? Again.
,,Who is it?" I shout.
,,Gretchen?"
I feel my heart skip a beat. I quickly hide the pills and the voska glass. I open the door.
I wanna feel you need me
Just like the air you're breathin'
I need you here in my life
Don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't walk away, no
,,Larry," I say softly.
,,Gretchen...I...I...."
He's shaking. I led him worriedly to the sofa. I sit next to him.
,,What's wrong?" I ask gently.
*normal POV*
Neither of them says anything. Larry simply takes Gretchens hand and squeezes it gently.
They both knew that handshake would last forever.
Nobody wants to be lonlely
Nobody wants to cry
Yay! It's finished! But I won't refuse some reviews! :-)
Then I'll MAYBE make a sequel. With Spin and TJ.
Ashley