(This song is Written by Travis Tritt. (© Travis Tritt Publishing.) From "Greatest Hits : From The Beginning", © 1995, Warner. It's called Foolish Pride. I was writing the sequel to Before I knew Better and heard it. So I wrote another fic. This about the night after the fight between Gwen and Severus. I own Gwen. Severus Snape belongs to J.K. Rowling.)
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She stayed up all night and cried into her pillow,
And fought off the urge to just break down and call.
Last night, to find the fault seemed so darned easy,
But now who's to blame don't matter much at all.
She thinks if she calls him, it just shows weakness.
So the hurt goes on with every tear she's cried.
Ain't it sad to see a good love fall to pieces?
Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride.
~*~
Gwen laid her head against the soft pillow. Hot tears ran down her face as she tried to smoother them in the cotton pillow case. She loved him. She did really. But he had betrayed her! He was to blame! At least that's what she told herself last night. And she believed it. But not now. It was harder to now. Much harder. She rose and walked to the phone, her hand touching it. Severus was staying across town. The phone number sat beside the phone, written in silver on the black paper. Another tear fell. She removed her hand from the smooth surface of the cream colored phone. She wouldn't call.' She would not be the weaker one. It didn't matter if he just called to yell at her. She would not be the first to give in, to break the silence. She laid on the bed, and cried until she slept. Even in her sleep she cried some.
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Turn out the lights, the competition's over.
The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight.
And while the bridges burn,
Another hard, hard lesson's learned,
As in the ashes, passion slowly dies,
And this romance goes down to foolish pride.
~*~
She touched her cheek, a tear drop rolled over her finger. How could her have killed her mother? And how could she have not considered that it could happen? The threat was always there. She knew it. He knew it. But they had both over looked it.
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He relives every word they spoke in anger.
He walks to floor and punches out the wall.
To apologize to her would be so simple.
But instead he cries: "I'll be damned if I crawl."
If he loses her, he's lost his best friend,
And more than just a lover can provide.
So he wrestles with emotions that defeat him.
Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride.
~*~
Severus Snape paced about his room. He was staying at his mother's old house, passed to him after her death. He threw one of the bottles containing a calming potion at the wall. It shattered, the dark red liquid would stain the rug. It looked like blood. He could call. It would be so easy. He could say he was sorry. But pride fought this urge. And it won.
~¤~
Turn out the lights, the competition's over.
The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight.
Yeah, and while the bridges burn,
Another hard, hard lesson's learned,
As in the ashes, passion slowly dies,
And this romance goes down to foolish pride.
Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride.
Yeah.
~*~
His eyes grew colder with each step. He wouldn't be the first. He would not crawl back. But if he lost her he had lost the only person he let get close to him. His pride kept him from going near the phone. If she called first he would listen, and say how sorry he was. But he would not show weakness. No matter what.
~¤~
She stayed up all night and cried into her pillow,
And fought off the urge to just break down and call.
Last night, to find the fault seemed so darned easy,
But now who's to blame don't matter much at all.
She thinks if she calls him, it just shows weakness.
So the hurt goes on with every tear she's cried.
Ain't it sad to see a good love fall to pieces?
Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride.
~*~
Gwen laid her head against the soft pillow. Hot tears ran down her face as she tried to smoother them in the cotton pillow case. She loved him. She did really. But he had betrayed her! He was to blame! At least that's what she told herself last night. And she believed it. But not now. It was harder to now. Much harder. She rose and walked to the phone, her hand touching it. Severus was staying across town. The phone number sat beside the phone, written in silver on the black paper. Another tear fell. She removed her hand from the smooth surface of the cream colored phone. She wouldn't call.' She would not be the weaker one. It didn't matter if he just called to yell at her. She would not be the first to give in, to break the silence. She laid on the bed, and cried until she slept. Even in her sleep she cried some.
~¤~
Turn out the lights, the competition's over.
The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight.
And while the bridges burn,
Another hard, hard lesson's learned,
As in the ashes, passion slowly dies,
And this romance goes down to foolish pride.
~*~
She touched her cheek, a tear drop rolled over her finger. How could her have killed her mother? And how could she have not considered that it could happen? The threat was always there. She knew it. He knew it. But they had both over looked it.
~¤~
He relives every word they spoke in anger.
He walks to floor and punches out the wall.
To apologize to her would be so simple.
But instead he cries: "I'll be damned if I crawl."
If he loses her, he's lost his best friend,
And more than just a lover can provide.
So he wrestles with emotions that defeat him.
Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride.
~*~
Severus Snape paced about his room. He was staying at his mother's old house, passed to him after her death. He threw one of the bottles containing a calming potion at the wall. It shattered, the dark red liquid would stain the rug. It looked like blood. He could call. It would be so easy. He could say he was sorry. But pride fought this urge. And it won.
~¤~
Turn out the lights, the competition's over.
The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight.
Yeah, and while the bridges burn,
Another hard, hard lesson's learned,
As in the ashes, passion slowly dies,
And this romance goes down to foolish pride.
Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride.
Yeah.
~*~
His eyes grew colder with each step. He wouldn't be the first. He would not crawl back. But if he lost her he had lost the only person he let get close to him. His pride kept him from going near the phone. If she called first he would listen, and say how sorry he was. But he would not show weakness. No matter what.
