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I've decided to continue. There are some POV changes in here, so I'll indicate who is talking when it switches. I'm not sure yet how many chapters this story will be, but it won't be too long. Maybe like, 4 or 5. So anyway, here's chapter 2!
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It's raining again today. Not that I didn't expect that it wouldn't be.
Although, when I woke up this morning, I thought I saw a tiny ray of light poking through the clouds. But then I saw a flash and heard a boom, and the rain came crashing down once more.
Seattle is such a lovely place.
Well, tonight I'm by myself. Alice is spending the night at her friend's house, which leaves me all alone, wallowing in my misery. The worst part is, I caused this misery. I can't even blame it on anyone.
Well, if I really wanted to, I could blame it on him. I could blame him for ditching me, for choosing a heartless bitch instead of his best friend.
But maybe our roles have switched. Maybe he now sees me as the heartless bitch, and her as his best friend.
If that's the truth, I don't think I can handle it.
I cry silently and watch the raindrops fall outside of my window again. I feel a connection with this weather that so many of us hate. I no longer despise it, but rather sympathize with it. It's not easy being something that nobody loves. It's not easy being all alone in the world.
It's not easy.
And I'm not sure if it ever will be.
****** -Frasier
I sat there, holding a picture of the two of us. She was so beautiful. We look so happy, and it just makes me wonder: How did a relationship that was so perfect go so wrong?
I guess I just got distracted, started ignoring her. I didn't realize her true feelings for me, how she had really felt. I didn't know why she acted the way she did.
But I should have known. I'm a psychiatrist.
My dear sweet Julia, I miss you. Why did you leave me?
I toss the picture aside and see another one, but this time I'm holding a different woman. A woman who is ten times more beautiful, a hundred times more fun, and who hates me a million times more.
Roz.
Another woman who ran out on me. Of course, we weren't romantically involved, so it's not the same.
Yet it hurts the same, or even more.
She was my best friend for 10 years. We were together for 10 years. And then one day, she makes me choose between her and my girlfriend and I choose my girlfriend.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was just mad at Roz. Maybe I figured that she didn't really mean it. Maybe I thought that my relationship with Julia was more important; that it could actually go somewhere, lead me to true love.
Well, it didn't. It led me right back to where I started: sad and alone. Except now I'm really alone, 'cause Roz isn't here with me.
The worst part is, I don't even understand why. I don't understand why she asked me that question, why she needed me to choose. It doesn't make any sense to me. It's like she was a girlfriend, jealous of my ex-girlfriend.
But she's not my girlfriend, and she never was, so what was the problem?
Whatever it was, it must have been big. She hasn't spoken to me in 3 months. The only information I get on her is from Daphne, who hardly sees her anymore either. I thought this would have blown over by now.
I guess I should make the first move. Tell her that she was right, Julia was wrong for me. But then that makes me feel like I'm giving in, like it was right for her to put me in that position. Well, it wasn't right. It was awful, and I still can't believe she did it.
I turn my attention back to the picture in my hands and stare at it. I sure do look happy there. So does she. Maybe I should call her...
But instead I rip the picture in two.
Now I'm just a guy with a happy face and no reason.
****** -Roz
Flipping through a photo album I see a picture of the two of us. His arms around me, and smiles on our faces, I look so happy. I miss those days.
If only there were a way to explain everything to him. To tell him everything, without having him interrupt me with questions or psychobabble.
There must be some way...
A letter.
******
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
'Cause no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
-Hand Me Down, Matchbox 20
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This chapter was sort of just to show the way that Frasier is thinking. The next one will be better. Also, you may think the song is irrelevant, but by the end of the whole story you should know how it fits in.
I've decided to continue. There are some POV changes in here, so I'll indicate who is talking when it switches. I'm not sure yet how many chapters this story will be, but it won't be too long. Maybe like, 4 or 5. So anyway, here's chapter 2!
******
It's raining again today. Not that I didn't expect that it wouldn't be.
Although, when I woke up this morning, I thought I saw a tiny ray of light poking through the clouds. But then I saw a flash and heard a boom, and the rain came crashing down once more.
Seattle is such a lovely place.
Well, tonight I'm by myself. Alice is spending the night at her friend's house, which leaves me all alone, wallowing in my misery. The worst part is, I caused this misery. I can't even blame it on anyone.
Well, if I really wanted to, I could blame it on him. I could blame him for ditching me, for choosing a heartless bitch instead of his best friend.
But maybe our roles have switched. Maybe he now sees me as the heartless bitch, and her as his best friend.
If that's the truth, I don't think I can handle it.
I cry silently and watch the raindrops fall outside of my window again. I feel a connection with this weather that so many of us hate. I no longer despise it, but rather sympathize with it. It's not easy being something that nobody loves. It's not easy being all alone in the world.
It's not easy.
And I'm not sure if it ever will be.
****** -Frasier
I sat there, holding a picture of the two of us. She was so beautiful. We look so happy, and it just makes me wonder: How did a relationship that was so perfect go so wrong?
I guess I just got distracted, started ignoring her. I didn't realize her true feelings for me, how she had really felt. I didn't know why she acted the way she did.
But I should have known. I'm a psychiatrist.
My dear sweet Julia, I miss you. Why did you leave me?
I toss the picture aside and see another one, but this time I'm holding a different woman. A woman who is ten times more beautiful, a hundred times more fun, and who hates me a million times more.
Roz.
Another woman who ran out on me. Of course, we weren't romantically involved, so it's not the same.
Yet it hurts the same, or even more.
She was my best friend for 10 years. We were together for 10 years. And then one day, she makes me choose between her and my girlfriend and I choose my girlfriend.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe I was just mad at Roz. Maybe I figured that she didn't really mean it. Maybe I thought that my relationship with Julia was more important; that it could actually go somewhere, lead me to true love.
Well, it didn't. It led me right back to where I started: sad and alone. Except now I'm really alone, 'cause Roz isn't here with me.
The worst part is, I don't even understand why. I don't understand why she asked me that question, why she needed me to choose. It doesn't make any sense to me. It's like she was a girlfriend, jealous of my ex-girlfriend.
But she's not my girlfriend, and she never was, so what was the problem?
Whatever it was, it must have been big. She hasn't spoken to me in 3 months. The only information I get on her is from Daphne, who hardly sees her anymore either. I thought this would have blown over by now.
I guess I should make the first move. Tell her that she was right, Julia was wrong for me. But then that makes me feel like I'm giving in, like it was right for her to put me in that position. Well, it wasn't right. It was awful, and I still can't believe she did it.
I turn my attention back to the picture in my hands and stare at it. I sure do look happy there. So does she. Maybe I should call her...
But instead I rip the picture in two.
Now I'm just a guy with a happy face and no reason.
****** -Roz
Flipping through a photo album I see a picture of the two of us. His arms around me, and smiles on our faces, I look so happy. I miss those days.
If only there were a way to explain everything to him. To tell him everything, without having him interrupt me with questions or psychobabble.
There must be some way...
A letter.
******
From what I've seen
You're just a one more hand me down
'Cause no one's tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
-Hand Me Down, Matchbox 20
******
This chapter was sort of just to show the way that Frasier is thinking. The next one will be better. Also, you may think the song is irrelevant, but by the end of the whole story you should know how it fits in.