Here you go, like I said, I wrote it with Cath/Gil in mind, but because I didn't mention any names, you can pretty much put whoever you want. There are two quotes from After The Show. Enjoy, and please R&R. Thanks! ~Nicole~
Your face taunts me, burning in my mind and haunting me with nightmares. I lie, paralyzed with agony on the bed; on our bed. My pale face is wet with tears, but I've made no attempt to wipe them away. The house is silent, but memories speak loudly, shouting at me. I struggle to close my eyes, but open them quickly when I see your beautiful face. I pull a pillow over my head and try to stop the sound of your voice. I yearn for sleep, but it has yet to come to me. You're talking to me, night and day, every minute. I can't escape you. I beg of you to let me go. Instead, the sounds get louder. Memories become more vivid and realistic than ever before. I begin hallucinating and see you in every corner, every room, everywhere. I bury my face in the pillow, sobbing. I look up and you are in front of me, you're speaking to me.
"Does this mean you have my back?" You question me. I hear my own voice reply, "I always have your back." I put a hand to my mouth and wonder if I spoke, or if it was in my mind. More tears flow down my face freely, as my statement rings deafening in my ears. "I always have your back… I always have your back… I always have your back." Over and over, it repeats, tormenting me.
"I'm sorry!" I scream to the room, to the voices, to you. I get off the bed with rage and take your picture off the bed stand, throwing it to the floor and watch it shatter into pieces. In one angry swipe, I clear your vanity. Your perfumes, make up, brushes; all crash to the floor. I slam my fist against the wall, and curse loudly as it connects. I fall to the ground, against the wall. My heart is racing and I'm breathing heavily. I look at my bruising hand, but don't feel the pain anymore. I've gone numb, my whole body.
"I'm sorry." I say again, this time in a barely audible whisper. I let out a sigh, and close my eyes. I don't see your face this time, I don't hear your voice or my own. I open my eyes and your gone. Everything is gone, the memories, your face, the voices and sounds of our past. I stare blankly at our room and at the mess I've made. I let my eyes fall upon your picture. I pull it out of the broken shards of glass. You look so beautiful, in your wedding dress. A beaming smile on your face, and a twinkle in your eyes. My finger caresses the picture and for the first time since it happened, I smile. I hold the picture close to my heart and close my eyes, putting pieces of my memory back together one at a time. A wave of calm drapes over my weak body, I finally feel at peace and I begin to heal.
Your face taunts me, burning in my mind and haunting me with nightmares. I lie, paralyzed with agony on the bed; on our bed. My pale face is wet with tears, but I've made no attempt to wipe them away. The house is silent, but memories speak loudly, shouting at me. I struggle to close my eyes, but open them quickly when I see your beautiful face. I pull a pillow over my head and try to stop the sound of your voice. I yearn for sleep, but it has yet to come to me. You're talking to me, night and day, every minute. I can't escape you. I beg of you to let me go. Instead, the sounds get louder. Memories become more vivid and realistic than ever before. I begin hallucinating and see you in every corner, every room, everywhere. I bury my face in the pillow, sobbing. I look up and you are in front of me, you're speaking to me.
"Does this mean you have my back?" You question me. I hear my own voice reply, "I always have your back." I put a hand to my mouth and wonder if I spoke, or if it was in my mind. More tears flow down my face freely, as my statement rings deafening in my ears. "I always have your back… I always have your back… I always have your back." Over and over, it repeats, tormenting me.
"I'm sorry!" I scream to the room, to the voices, to you. I get off the bed with rage and take your picture off the bed stand, throwing it to the floor and watch it shatter into pieces. In one angry swipe, I clear your vanity. Your perfumes, make up, brushes; all crash to the floor. I slam my fist against the wall, and curse loudly as it connects. I fall to the ground, against the wall. My heart is racing and I'm breathing heavily. I look at my bruising hand, but don't feel the pain anymore. I've gone numb, my whole body.
"I'm sorry." I say again, this time in a barely audible whisper. I let out a sigh, and close my eyes. I don't see your face this time, I don't hear your voice or my own. I open my eyes and your gone. Everything is gone, the memories, your face, the voices and sounds of our past. I stare blankly at our room and at the mess I've made. I let my eyes fall upon your picture. I pull it out of the broken shards of glass. You look so beautiful, in your wedding dress. A beaming smile on your face, and a twinkle in your eyes. My finger caresses the picture and for the first time since it happened, I smile. I hold the picture close to my heart and close my eyes, putting pieces of my memory back together one at a time. A wave of calm drapes over my weak body, I finally feel at peace and I begin to heal.