Title: Cannot Fix It
Rating: PG. Because I said so.
Summary: Sometimes, when things fall apart, they can't be fixed. Giant Squid/Lily/Bob the Builder triangle.
Disclaimer: Bob the Builder doesn't belong to me. It belongs to those guys that made Bob the Builder. And my brother, who won't stop singing the song.
Author's Notes: This is a JOKE. It's a response to a Challenge at the SS Calamari (Lily/Giant Squid) on fictionalley.org, which said: a) it must be Alife (the giant squid's) death from the eyes of one of his rivals (James, Moaning Myrtle, Bob the Builder); b) it must include Oreo's, a discussion of Alfie's color, and color changing ink.
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You would see her one day, skipping playfully along in the sand, a smile on her face and a glow around her heart. You once thought that the smile was for you, but that was then. This is now. You know better than to think that anyone will ever love you; not even Wendy, not even Muck, not even Dizzy, not even her.
You were naive once. But not now.
Can we fix it?
You used to sit around the room with her, sipping milk and munching on Oreo's. She would smile - she was always smiling - and ask you questions, like, "why do people live?", "why do people die?", "who is the president of America?", and "is there really a such thing as colour-changing ink?"
To which you would always respond: I don't know.
Can we fix it?
Who knows when you realised she didn't feel the same way as you? You think now that it was gradual, a growing apart that started the day you met her when she would stare at the lake wistfully. She would sigh. And you didn't take that chance, right at the beginning, because, if you did...
Then none of this would have happened.
Can we fix it?
And then, suddenly, like lightning out of a sunny sky, It happened.
And she was no more.
Can we fix it?
It seemed like that brilliant light you once saw inside of her was diminished. Anytime there was water, her eyes would fill up with tears and she wouldn't talk to you anymore. No one could talk to her anymore. It was as if she had died on the inside.
Can we fix it?
You found out later what had happened - it was a mistake, she said through her tears, a mistake. And you believed her.
Sitting on the edge of the lake, she met him. Him - He is now a curse in your mind. Him - he who's colour you've spent years trying to decipher, along with why in the world would she chose someone like him. Heck, he wasn't even a someone. He wasn't even a person.
And yet... she loved him.
More than she loved you.
Can we fix it?
No, we can't.