This was written in memory of a very bitter moment. Just don't ask.
Isaac: ::sufficeintly banaged, writing in his special happy
rainbow-colored marker "Trust me, not only do you not want to know, but
she'll hurt you"::
Yup. Enjoy.
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So She Told Him
She leaned against the wall and cried.
So many years, troubled with sleepless nights and tears...
Wasted.
And all the while, his words, his expression were running through
her mind. That soft, sympathetic look he gave her, the sad smile, the
pity in his eyes and voice when he spoke. "I'm sorry...I like you, but
there's someone else..."
She tried to banish the recent memory, the pity in those brown
eyes that she didn't want...And the words..."there's someone else..."
"Oh...that's okay," she had replied, trying to smile. Nothing
had ever been so hard.
"I'm sorry," he offered again.
*Sometime's sorry isn't good enough,* she thought bitterly.
*They say it's better to have love and lost than to never have loved at
all...but it hurts so MUCH...*
She tried to tell herself that her fake words held some meaning,
that she hadn't really meant those words that had brought on so much
pain...
"I've liked you for a long time...I think I might love you..."
She couldn't convince herself of anything. It felt like the
inside of her head was a mess, her chest ached with the sobs she had kept
in. So she let them out, trying to stiffle them with her sleeves.
Choking, heart rending sobs that made it painful to breath. She slid to
the floor, hot tears tracing their way down her cheeks.
"I think I might love you..."
"There's someone else..."
"Oh, that's okay...."
"Jenna?"
A soft, calm voice broke her from her reverie. She looked up,
very much aware that her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were probably red.
It was Alex. She looked back down hurriedly, but he placed a
finger beneath her chin, tilting her head back up. "Jenna, are you
alright?"
"I'm fine," she lied, swatting his hand away and scrubbing at her
face with her sleeve, furious at herself. The tears didn't seem to want
to stop.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, gently.
"No," she wasn't sure if she was lying this time, it hurt so much
she wanted to just die, but Alex wasn't really the person to tell that.
"No, I told you. I'm fine."
She looked down again, her silent tears dripping onto the folds
of her skirt, dark spots forming where the liquid touched.
"I think I love you..."
"I'm sorry...there's someone else..."
She looked up after a while. Alex was still there, the same
expression on his face. Not pity, not sympathy, something deeper.
Something that she was just on the verge of finding out what it was, but
couldn't quite give a name to it.
"Why are you still here?" she asked, her voice shaky.
He smiled. Something very rare, Alex never smiled. "You don't
want to talk about it now, so I thought I would wait until you did."
She wanted to spill out everything to him. About liking Garet,
about how she had told him, about the empty space in her chest, about how
she wanted to cry until she didn't have any tears left and then just sit
in her room with a box of chocolates and a cheesey romance novel.
She was sure anyone else would laugh, but she wasn't so sure
about Alex.
So she told him.
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You better have enjoyed that! I don't write "emotion" fics all that
often!
Isaac: ::in the special happy rainbow-colored marker "Usually they're
just stupid"::
And no one asked you.
Isaac: ::in the special happy rainbow-colored marker "But very humorous
and well written. Review for Akiko. Make her feel better"::
Isaac: ::sufficeintly banaged, writing in his special happy
rainbow-colored marker "Trust me, not only do you not want to know, but
she'll hurt you"::
Yup. Enjoy.
***********
So She Told Him
She leaned against the wall and cried.
So many years, troubled with sleepless nights and tears...
Wasted.
And all the while, his words, his expression were running through
her mind. That soft, sympathetic look he gave her, the sad smile, the
pity in his eyes and voice when he spoke. "I'm sorry...I like you, but
there's someone else..."
She tried to banish the recent memory, the pity in those brown
eyes that she didn't want...And the words..."there's someone else..."
"Oh...that's okay," she had replied, trying to smile. Nothing
had ever been so hard.
"I'm sorry," he offered again.
*Sometime's sorry isn't good enough,* she thought bitterly.
*They say it's better to have love and lost than to never have loved at
all...but it hurts so MUCH...*
She tried to tell herself that her fake words held some meaning,
that she hadn't really meant those words that had brought on so much
pain...
"I've liked you for a long time...I think I might love you..."
She couldn't convince herself of anything. It felt like the
inside of her head was a mess, her chest ached with the sobs she had kept
in. So she let them out, trying to stiffle them with her sleeves.
Choking, heart rending sobs that made it painful to breath. She slid to
the floor, hot tears tracing their way down her cheeks.
"I think I might love you..."
"There's someone else..."
"Oh, that's okay...."
"Jenna?"
A soft, calm voice broke her from her reverie. She looked up,
very much aware that her cheeks were wet, and her eyes were probably red.
It was Alex. She looked back down hurriedly, but he placed a
finger beneath her chin, tilting her head back up. "Jenna, are you
alright?"
"I'm fine," she lied, swatting his hand away and scrubbing at her
face with her sleeve, furious at herself. The tears didn't seem to want
to stop.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, gently.
"No," she wasn't sure if she was lying this time, it hurt so much
she wanted to just die, but Alex wasn't really the person to tell that.
"No, I told you. I'm fine."
She looked down again, her silent tears dripping onto the folds
of her skirt, dark spots forming where the liquid touched.
"I think I love you..."
"I'm sorry...there's someone else..."
She looked up after a while. Alex was still there, the same
expression on his face. Not pity, not sympathy, something deeper.
Something that she was just on the verge of finding out what it was, but
couldn't quite give a name to it.
"Why are you still here?" she asked, her voice shaky.
He smiled. Something very rare, Alex never smiled. "You don't
want to talk about it now, so I thought I would wait until you did."
She wanted to spill out everything to him. About liking Garet,
about how she had told him, about the empty space in her chest, about how
she wanted to cry until she didn't have any tears left and then just sit
in her room with a box of chocolates and a cheesey romance novel.
She was sure anyone else would laugh, but she wasn't so sure
about Alex.
So she told him.
******************
You better have enjoyed that! I don't write "emotion" fics all that
often!
Isaac: ::in the special happy rainbow-colored marker "Usually they're
just stupid"::
And no one asked you.
Isaac: ::in the special happy rainbow-colored marker "But very humorous
and well written. Review for Akiko. Make her feel better"::