A/N: I used pronouns all throughout this one-parter of mine, so you can picture whatever pair you want acting out the scene and you can have whatever person narrating it. Please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls or One of These Days, by Michelle Branch.
One of These Days
I didn't notice
but I didn't care
I tried being honest
but that lead me nowhere
You loved me, probably more than I could ever love myself. And I loved you, but it wasn't enough. I told you that you deserved better, a love greater than mine. And it was true. You left after that.
I watched the station
saw the bus pulling through
and I don't mind saying
a part of me left with you
That was a month ago. And I haven't heard from you since. It hurts, more than I thought that it would, but perhaps that is what happens when you let go of someone that you love.
One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you
I hope and I pray
waiting to find my way back to you
'Cause that's where I'm home
I found myself looking back on the time that we'd spent together and, every time that I do, a small part of my heart loses the ability to feel. I guess I couldn't take it anymore; the numbness that was slowly taking over my body was unbearable. Maybe I'm just selfish.
Did I make you nervous?
Did I ask for too much?
Was I not deserving one second of touch?
I tracked you down. You were in one of the last places I ever thought you would be, but that was probably intended. I caused you hurt beyond words and it would make sense if you never wanted to see me again.
One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you
I hope and I pray
waiting to find my way back to you
'Cause that's where I'm home
When you saw me, it looked like you had seen a ghost. Your face paled and you were speechless; I probably looked the same. For a second, I thought that you were going to run away from me. You had taken a few steps back and your hands were in front of you, as if you were trying to mentally push me away. I kept on taking steps towards you.
What would you do if I could have you?
Oh, if I could
I'd let you feel everything I'm thinking
Wouldn't that be nice?
You shook your head, silently telling me that you couldn't bear to go through the same hurt again. My eyes filled with sorrow, but when I finally reached you, the wall you had set up against me had fell. You threw your arms around me and held me tight; I did the same. After a few tears were shed, you pulled away slightly and looked at me. No words were spoken, but I knew what you were going to say, all the words transparent in your eyes. You left again, not once looking back. I held on to those silent words, praying, hoping that it would be your face I would see every time I went to answer the door, or your voice that I would hear when I picked up the phone. It hasn't happened yet and I am still waiting.
One of these days
I won't be afraid of staying with you
-finis