Dancing Shadows
Author: angellouize
E-mail: angellouize@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are the creation of Micheal Critchton and the rest of the ER team. All characters are property of them and Warner Brothers Entertainment Inc. I am not making any profit from this story.
Summary: A Susan Lewis story about love, loss and wanting a second chance.
Prologue: Second Chances
Shadows danced across the room, the moonlight beaming in through the uncovered window and onto the restless figure. Susan tossed and turned in her sleep, unable to find a comfortable position. The howling of the wind outside her appartment had kept her awake for most of the night and now rain began to fall, continuously splattering across her window. Regular claps of thunder also stopped her from drifting away completely and as it stood currently, she feared she would never get any rest at all that night.
Another, much louder, clap of thunder sent her bolting upright, taking her offguard.She groaned, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair. She sighed heavily, staring out of the window and onto the dark street below. It was deserted. She turned to face her clock. 2.47am. She groaned again, flopping back onto her mattress. Luckily, tomorrow she was working the night shift, meaning she had all day to catch up on her sleep.
She got to her feet, pacing around the room for a minute or so, looking for something to occupy her. She needed something to take her mind off things. She said things but what she really meant was the thing. Him.
Across the room, on her fireplace, sat a single photograph frame. It was simple wooden frame that complimented the floorboards that ran through the appartment well. inside was a picture. Two figures smiled into the lens of the camera, there faces indescribable from the distant at which she sat. Yet she knew the expressions of the faces well, too well. Better that she would like to admit, better than she wished. She was dressed in a hideous pink bridesmaid's dress, her hair pulled back. He was dressed in a simple suit and tie. They wore nothing special nor particularly flattering yet somehow they both looked better than they ever had done before. Susan didn't know why, maybe it was just the youthfulness, or perhaps just the fact that they were with each other, but something was different. Something made them both so much more beautiful than they had ever been before.
The photo now lay in her hands, her index finger tracing the edges of his face. She missed him. She missed him more than she wanted to and certainly more than she should. She smiled, noticing the familiar background and suddenly wishing she was there so much that it hurt. She knew that she didn't deserve him and it was her fault that she was no longer with him but it hurt her nonetheless. She was a good person, she'd made mistakes but who hadn't? All she wanted was a second chance. At love. That was all she had ever really wanted, her second chance.
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Author: angellouize
E-mail: angellouize@aol.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are the creation of Micheal Critchton and the rest of the ER team. All characters are property of them and Warner Brothers Entertainment Inc. I am not making any profit from this story.
Summary: A Susan Lewis story about love, loss and wanting a second chance.
Prologue: Second Chances
Shadows danced across the room, the moonlight beaming in through the uncovered window and onto the restless figure. Susan tossed and turned in her sleep, unable to find a comfortable position. The howling of the wind outside her appartment had kept her awake for most of the night and now rain began to fall, continuously splattering across her window. Regular claps of thunder also stopped her from drifting away completely and as it stood currently, she feared she would never get any rest at all that night.
Another, much louder, clap of thunder sent her bolting upright, taking her offguard.She groaned, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair. She sighed heavily, staring out of the window and onto the dark street below. It was deserted. She turned to face her clock. 2.47am. She groaned again, flopping back onto her mattress. Luckily, tomorrow she was working the night shift, meaning she had all day to catch up on her sleep.
She got to her feet, pacing around the room for a minute or so, looking for something to occupy her. She needed something to take her mind off things. She said things but what she really meant was the thing. Him.
Across the room, on her fireplace, sat a single photograph frame. It was simple wooden frame that complimented the floorboards that ran through the appartment well. inside was a picture. Two figures smiled into the lens of the camera, there faces indescribable from the distant at which she sat. Yet she knew the expressions of the faces well, too well. Better that she would like to admit, better than she wished. She was dressed in a hideous pink bridesmaid's dress, her hair pulled back. He was dressed in a simple suit and tie. They wore nothing special nor particularly flattering yet somehow they both looked better than they ever had done before. Susan didn't know why, maybe it was just the youthfulness, or perhaps just the fact that they were with each other, but something was different. Something made them both so much more beautiful than they had ever been before.
The photo now lay in her hands, her index finger tracing the edges of his face. She missed him. She missed him more than she wanted to and certainly more than she should. She smiled, noticing the familiar background and suddenly wishing she was there so much that it hurt. She knew that she didn't deserve him and it was her fault that she was no longer with him but it hurt her nonetheless. She was a good person, she'd made mistakes but who hadn't? All she wanted was a second chance. At love. That was all she had ever really wanted, her second chance.
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