Title: Shattered Hearts and Broken Glass
Author: katem_23
Rating: PG-13, rating will go up in later chapters
Disclaimer: I don't own it, probably never will. The lyrics are from Three Simple Words by Finch.
A/n: takes place before Thanksgiving. Before the second kiss, after the first. In between episodes of Til Death do us Part and Turf Wars

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Chapter 11 - Awake when You're Dreaming
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// Hands into a fist; static in my head.; now I'm sitting face to face with lonliness. //


He hadn't been in Everwood long, but he knew most people, and most people knew him. Ephram Brown, the dark-haired, brooding loner of Everwood, Colorado. He had had one friend, one very close friend in the few months that he'd lived there, however the bond between them was split into two when he'd made the presumptuous mistake of kissing her - was it his fault that he thought she had feelings for him? Was it hers? Was it anyone's fault really?

Maybe her boyfriend's. If she hadn't had a boyfriend though, chances were she never would have taken the time to figure out his name, let alone about him, or his life before he'd been picked up and moved across the country.

So yet again, as he had so many nights before, Ephram sat in the window that was in his bedroom, watching the street. Watching nothing really; The wind blowing the snow covered limbs of the tree the stood beside the house; The mountains surrounding the small town; An unfamiliar car passing in the dim light of what was left of the sun...

He shook it off. He had more important things to think about - Amy, and her apparently renewed love for Colin.

That day they spent at the hospital he really thought that he had gotten somewhere with her. Actually, he thought that he finally had a fighting chance. She opened up to him, and finally Colin didn't seem like the perfect boyfriend. Of course, he was wrong, and as soon as Colin woke up she had rushed off, as soon as he started talking again she was in love, and then, for the second time in a year, Ephram suffered a massive loss.

When she saw him, she'd look the other way; When he'd talk, she'd ignore her. He'd given up trying. It was hopeless case, and if she ever felt like it, maybe she'd come around.

Maybe not.

And just maybe, that was a good thing. If there was one thing he'd noticed about himself since he'd gotten to Colorado, it was that he never branched out and explored new things. Everything around him was new, yet he surrounded himself with everything comfortable - he was going to break out.

And he was going to break out soon.