Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies, or any of their characters—Newsies belongs to Disney—though the particular newsy used in this DID in fact exist—he therefore own himself. The song "What Could've Been" is owned by Tiffany (the singer, you know "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"? Yeah, her).

(The flowers you gave me
Are just about to die)

I look down at them, the beautiful red roses I'm sure you stole off some poor street vendor. They're wilting in their glass vase, the edges of the silken petals are browning. Those copper edges, so fragile, litter the mahogany end table near my bed.

(When I think about what could've been
It makes me want to cry)

We could have had so much; we could have been so much. I knew of your reputation; I knew of your status as womanizer. I told myself when I met you that I wouldn't fall into that same damned trap you seemed to pull all women into.

But I fell.

(The sweet words you whispered
Didn't mean a thing)

Oh, Lord, your lips. Your lips were so full, so smooth, so perfect. And oh, the way they moved as you spoke sweet-nothings into my ears. They always flirted with my ear, touching it gently, just barely making contact. That kind of touch always sent quick-running shivers through my body,

Sweet-nothings.

Nothings. They meant nothing.

(I guess our song is over
As we begin to sing

Could've been so beautiful
Could've been so right)

Oh, it felt so right. You felt so right next to me. My curves fit like puzzle pieces into your muscles. We fit together as one—unflawed. When we were coupled I was in ecstasy, thrill after thrill rushed through me as we joined.

(Could've been my lover
Everyday of my life)

But you screwed us over, didn't you Spot. No, it's not a question; it's an observation. You were the best I'd ever had—mind you, I haven't had many—but I've no doubt you'll continue to be the best.


(The memories of our lovin'
Still linger in the air)

It's like I can smell it. I can smell you on me; I can smell your skin, your hair, your breath. I want it off me. I want you off me. Most days, at least.

(Like the faded scent of your roses
Stay with me everywhere)

Those blasted roses. Some days I want to hurl them, vase and all, into the wall. I want to watch the water trickle down it and join the glittering shards of glass on the floor, where they'd mix with the sleek crimson petals.

But other days I gaze at them, and I feel my hands begin to tremble. And I want to keep them next to my heart forever, making sure that they're safe and kept whole.

(Every time I get my hopes up
They always seem to fall)

You know, I think I fell in love with you Spot Conlon. Imagine that. Was I stupid or what. That is also not a question.

I thought I'd found love in you. But you just proved the beliefs right. You played me; you stuck me up on your wall like a trophy, parading me around like a prize you'd won. And all the while everyone knew you'd drop me as soon as I got too close to your heart.

(I'll never know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night

Still what could've been

Is better than

What could never be at all)

You know that saying? It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. How true. I still have your memories; I still have your smirk, your slow, cocky grin—all which is emblazoned on my mind like a brand.

Some days it's a blessing; others it's a curse.

(Who can know what could've been
On a cold and lonely night)

Cold. Lonely. The night you left me was like that.

Cold. Lonely. Tonight is like that.

Cold.

Lonely.

.

Night.

{EndNotes}

None really, except review, and go read "If They Could All Be Superheroes"!! Thanks y'all!

L'n'MP,

Glimmerkins