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# Chapter 5 - Solitude
~*~
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
~*~
Lynn slowly lifted a hand to show him to come a little closer. His steps were anxious and hesitant, but the expression in her eyes made him move closer to the bed. In her pale face the dark green eyes seemed as deep as pools of water and he couldn't tell if she was sad or disappointed. Before this had happened, he had been able to tell how she felt by just looking into her eyes. Now he wondered what she felt.
Trip saw her lower lip tremble and would have given everything to hug her in this very moment.
"Why are you here?" she plainly whispered. So she wasn't glad to see him.
"I can go if you want me to..." Trip sighed and retreated.
She inhaled audible and choked a little. "No..." she made just this one harsh rasping sound and Trip stopped. "I don't want you to go." Unsure of what to do next, he just stood there and watched her carefully.
"I've been a little lonely lately." She said in a funny voice.
"I know, hun..." he hurried to say, but when he now looked at her, he knew that she wasn't talking about him not having been there. Her gaze was turned upwards to the white ceiling, there also was a slight grin on her face. Did she even realize that it was him? It didn't look like that.
"Lynn?" he carefully asked but again received no answer. He tilted his head and remembered the words of the nurse: "She can speak, but most of the time it doesn't make any sense." What was the sense in her words now?
When he now looked at her, she slowly closed her eyes and it seemed to Trip as if she had fallen asleep. He turned and wanted to leave the room, but couldn't without one last glance back at her. He suddenly felt dizzy as if the ground has started to shake, and unbelievably sad and had to lean against the white doorframe, working hard to hold back the tears. He hit his head against the wood panel several times, trying to make that numbing feeling go away. He didn't succeed, though. What had he done? If he had to, he wouldn't have even been able to describe his feelings. He shouldn't have come here, he thought. This all was a big mistake.
~*~
You're too important for anyone
There's something wrong with everything you see
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming
~*~
"Do you know how we met?" Trip asked Archer while he poured Bourbon into their glasses. The two of them were sitting in a pub, getting drunk. It had been Trip's idea, and since it had been a long time since they had spent a night out together, Archer had said yes. It still was their first bottle of Old Kentucky Bourbon, yet Trip seemed to be in a very talkative mood. His visit of Lynn hadn't been good at all, that Archer was sure of.
"Nope, not really, you haven't told me much about it." Archer replied in a friendly tone and pulled his full glass back to him. "Tell me." Trip had been a very close friend for at least 8 years. It had been around the time of the first launch of the NX Alpha when they had met. And since then, their friendship endured trials, Vulcans and women. Until they met Lynn Thompson. Before she was stricken with that strange illness, Trip had been with her every minute and Archer didn't mind. He didn't mind, either, when he started to spend more and more time with him again. He never questioned him, for he felt that his friend would start to talk on his own will and account. But he had never done it.
Trip now moved uneasily on his chair. "Remember when we went to watch the 'Star-Dust'-movie? When you..."
"Hell yeah, when I got drunk and shouted during the movie? Oh yes, I remember that movie. Well, actually, I don't remember much of the movie itself, but I'd got such a heavy headache afterwards." Jonathan grinned.
"While we watched the movie I saw a girl sitting two rows behind me. She looked quite fine. I didn't see much of her, it was too dark. Anyhow, all I saw was her sparkling eyes, which fascinated me from the very first time on. But she obviously didn't recognize me. She did not laugh, she did not smile. You must agree, the movie was quite a fun thing after all you did." Trip slightly smiled to himself. "Something was strange about her. I'd never seen her before, she wasn't one of the staff, but somehow she was familiar to me."
Archer eyed his friend. It didn't happen very often that he got so melancholic. "Go on..." he said.
"So when we were standing in the hall where waiting for you, I saw her again, this time in full shape and I was really blown away. Black zipper, blue jeans low on hips, crème-colored high-heeled boots. Damn, she was a hell of a woman to look at! Standing there, she looked at me, well, not really showing any interest at all. And she looked so hot, I could hardly wrench my gaze away from her. Her strawberry blond hair was wild and curly at chin length, and her eyes were green. She had pretty hands, with long, satin white colored fingernails."
"You've really gone into detail while staring at her..." Archer wondered.
"You bet, I just couldn't stop!" Trip took a long sip and grabbed for the bottle.
"You've never told me. Didn't she show any sign of apprehension with you ogling at her all the time?"
"I dunno, I was so busy trying to find a pink-up-line to talk to her that I forgot everything else. Remember, I almost forgot you with your hang-over." Trip smiled lopsided and lost himself in memories.
# Chapter 5 - Solitude
~*~
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
~*~
Lynn slowly lifted a hand to show him to come a little closer. His steps were anxious and hesitant, but the expression in her eyes made him move closer to the bed. In her pale face the dark green eyes seemed as deep as pools of water and he couldn't tell if she was sad or disappointed. Before this had happened, he had been able to tell how she felt by just looking into her eyes. Now he wondered what she felt.
Trip saw her lower lip tremble and would have given everything to hug her in this very moment.
"Why are you here?" she plainly whispered. So she wasn't glad to see him.
"I can go if you want me to..." Trip sighed and retreated.
She inhaled audible and choked a little. "No..." she made just this one harsh rasping sound and Trip stopped. "I don't want you to go." Unsure of what to do next, he just stood there and watched her carefully.
"I've been a little lonely lately." She said in a funny voice.
"I know, hun..." he hurried to say, but when he now looked at her, he knew that she wasn't talking about him not having been there. Her gaze was turned upwards to the white ceiling, there also was a slight grin on her face. Did she even realize that it was him? It didn't look like that.
"Lynn?" he carefully asked but again received no answer. He tilted his head and remembered the words of the nurse: "She can speak, but most of the time it doesn't make any sense." What was the sense in her words now?
When he now looked at her, she slowly closed her eyes and it seemed to Trip as if she had fallen asleep. He turned and wanted to leave the room, but couldn't without one last glance back at her. He suddenly felt dizzy as if the ground has started to shake, and unbelievably sad and had to lean against the white doorframe, working hard to hold back the tears. He hit his head against the wood panel several times, trying to make that numbing feeling go away. He didn't succeed, though. What had he done? If he had to, he wouldn't have even been able to describe his feelings. He shouldn't have come here, he thought. This all was a big mistake.
~*~
You're too important for anyone
There's something wrong with everything you see
But I, I know who you really are
You're the one who cries when you're alone
I'm so sick of speaking words that no one understands
Is it clear enough that you can't live your whole life all alone
I can hear you in a whisper
But you can't even hear me screaming
~*~
"Do you know how we met?" Trip asked Archer while he poured Bourbon into their glasses. The two of them were sitting in a pub, getting drunk. It had been Trip's idea, and since it had been a long time since they had spent a night out together, Archer had said yes. It still was their first bottle of Old Kentucky Bourbon, yet Trip seemed to be in a very talkative mood. His visit of Lynn hadn't been good at all, that Archer was sure of.
"Nope, not really, you haven't told me much about it." Archer replied in a friendly tone and pulled his full glass back to him. "Tell me." Trip had been a very close friend for at least 8 years. It had been around the time of the first launch of the NX Alpha when they had met. And since then, their friendship endured trials, Vulcans and women. Until they met Lynn Thompson. Before she was stricken with that strange illness, Trip had been with her every minute and Archer didn't mind. He didn't mind, either, when he started to spend more and more time with him again. He never questioned him, for he felt that his friend would start to talk on his own will and account. But he had never done it.
Trip now moved uneasily on his chair. "Remember when we went to watch the 'Star-Dust'-movie? When you..."
"Hell yeah, when I got drunk and shouted during the movie? Oh yes, I remember that movie. Well, actually, I don't remember much of the movie itself, but I'd got such a heavy headache afterwards." Jonathan grinned.
"While we watched the movie I saw a girl sitting two rows behind me. She looked quite fine. I didn't see much of her, it was too dark. Anyhow, all I saw was her sparkling eyes, which fascinated me from the very first time on. But she obviously didn't recognize me. She did not laugh, she did not smile. You must agree, the movie was quite a fun thing after all you did." Trip slightly smiled to himself. "Something was strange about her. I'd never seen her before, she wasn't one of the staff, but somehow she was familiar to me."
Archer eyed his friend. It didn't happen very often that he got so melancholic. "Go on..." he said.
"So when we were standing in the hall where waiting for you, I saw her again, this time in full shape and I was really blown away. Black zipper, blue jeans low on hips, crème-colored high-heeled boots. Damn, she was a hell of a woman to look at! Standing there, she looked at me, well, not really showing any interest at all. And she looked so hot, I could hardly wrench my gaze away from her. Her strawberry blond hair was wild and curly at chin length, and her eyes were green. She had pretty hands, with long, satin white colored fingernails."
"You've really gone into detail while staring at her..." Archer wondered.
"You bet, I just couldn't stop!" Trip took a long sip and grabbed for the bottle.
"You've never told me. Didn't she show any sign of apprehension with you ogling at her all the time?"
"I dunno, I was so busy trying to find a pink-up-line to talk to her that I forgot everything else. Remember, I almost forgot you with your hang-over." Trip smiled lopsided and lost himself in memories.