A/N Disclaimers in Chap. 1, here's the next chapter, more of Riff brooding
and being depressed, hehehe! Well, enjoy it! And pick up this weeks TV
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I looked at the small calander that sat on the desk. A month. That was it? And yet as short as that month had seemed, it had also been unbareably long. The pain, the pain was still so fresh. The pain still seared through me, still ripped my heart apart. But it had been so long since I had seen her. It had been so long since her vibrant presence had graced our house.
I missed her. There was no doubting that. I also loved her. I loved her so much. More than I had ever told her. More than I ever expressed it. There was an old quote I had heard one time, "You never know the worth of the water until the well runs dry." Well, I'd never heard truer words than those. I never quite realized how much Magenta meant to me until then.
I cringed at the thought of her name. Just thinking about her made the lump in my throat grow. Her read hair, her deep, dark eyes, her pale skin, how she always saw the opposite of my view. While I saw things as deep, dark and depressing, she saw the happy side to things. I tried to fight these thoughts. I was trying to get over her. I was trying to get past her and to move on. Just like she told me to in her note.
Her note. I'd almost had that thing framed. It was already crumpled and tattered from being read over so many times. I can't move on. I know I can't. I got up from my small chair and looked out the window, a distant look in my eyes. She was out there somewhere, I knew it. I had to go looking for her. I had to find her, make amends for what I had done. I walked out of the library and began my search, hoping, and praying, that I'd find her.
I looked at the small calander that sat on the desk. A month. That was it? And yet as short as that month had seemed, it had also been unbareably long. The pain, the pain was still so fresh. The pain still seared through me, still ripped my heart apart. But it had been so long since I had seen her. It had been so long since her vibrant presence had graced our house.
I missed her. There was no doubting that. I also loved her. I loved her so much. More than I had ever told her. More than I ever expressed it. There was an old quote I had heard one time, "You never know the worth of the water until the well runs dry." Well, I'd never heard truer words than those. I never quite realized how much Magenta meant to me until then.
I cringed at the thought of her name. Just thinking about her made the lump in my throat grow. Her read hair, her deep, dark eyes, her pale skin, how she always saw the opposite of my view. While I saw things as deep, dark and depressing, she saw the happy side to things. I tried to fight these thoughts. I was trying to get over her. I was trying to get past her and to move on. Just like she told me to in her note.
Her note. I'd almost had that thing framed. It was already crumpled and tattered from being read over so many times. I can't move on. I know I can't. I got up from my small chair and looked out the window, a distant look in my eyes. She was out there somewhere, I knew it. I had to go looking for her. I had to find her, make amends for what I had done. I walked out of the library and began my search, hoping, and praying, that I'd find her.