This chapter will be a short one. I'm more on Sara's emotions that of Nick's. But he's adorable when he cries.
NICK
iGoodbye, there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
With just the memories
Who's to know what might have been
We'll leave behind a life and time
I'll never know again/i
Damn it! I fell on my bottom again. I was soaking wet all over and plainly frustrated by everything. I stood up and started again for the half-sunk van and slipping on limestone again. This time, I hear no soft chuckle, no verbal teasing, and no one to pull me up. There's no one there only the coroner, bystanders, a survivor, the police, paramedics and Grissom. No Sara.
It has been two years, Nick! Get over her! Yeah, but what if I can't? What would my life be if I valued her more than I did back then? It was too late when I found out about my real feelings for her. I wasn't playing around with her… I loved her. I still do.
"Nick," Grissom tapped the top of my head. "Is something bothering you? You seem unfocused?"
"Do I always since she left?" I wanted to retort but he'll have my head. Sara's departure from the team affected him most. "Nah, I'm okay… it's just that…"
He helped me up. "It's Sara, is it?" I was silent indicating my defeat. "Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better."
Maybe I've enjoyed the change enough. God finally gave me the perfect storm. "Robert Frost?"
"Sydney J. Harris" he answered as I followed him to the van.
On my way home after shift, I thought about what Grissom told me… "Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better." He was telling the truth. I hate Sara leaving my life… I love it when it hurt me so bad just to make me learn. I want things the way they were… Sara coming home before me, waking up to a home-cooked meal made by her, sleeping and waking up beside her. I felt so safe… so happy. I wanted it to be permanent… to be better. But it seems impossible. She left without saying goodbye. She's not here… and she'll never be.
NICK
iGoodbye, there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
With just the memories
Who's to know what might have been
We'll leave behind a life and time
I'll never know again/i
Damn it! I fell on my bottom again. I was soaking wet all over and plainly frustrated by everything. I stood up and started again for the half-sunk van and slipping on limestone again. This time, I hear no soft chuckle, no verbal teasing, and no one to pull me up. There's no one there only the coroner, bystanders, a survivor, the police, paramedics and Grissom. No Sara.
It has been two years, Nick! Get over her! Yeah, but what if I can't? What would my life be if I valued her more than I did back then? It was too late when I found out about my real feelings for her. I wasn't playing around with her… I loved her. I still do.
"Nick," Grissom tapped the top of my head. "Is something bothering you? You seem unfocused?"
"Do I always since she left?" I wanted to retort but he'll have my head. Sara's departure from the team affected him most. "Nah, I'm okay… it's just that…"
He helped me up. "It's Sara, is it?" I was silent indicating my defeat. "Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better."
Maybe I've enjoyed the change enough. God finally gave me the perfect storm. "Robert Frost?"
"Sydney J. Harris" he answered as I followed him to the van.
On my way home after shift, I thought about what Grissom told me… "Our dilemma is that we hate change and love it at the same time; what we really want is for things to remain the same but get better." He was telling the truth. I hate Sara leaving my life… I love it when it hurt me so bad just to make me learn. I want things the way they were… Sara coming home before me, waking up to a home-cooked meal made by her, sleeping and waking up beside her. I felt so safe… so happy. I wanted it to be permanent… to be better. But it seems impossible. She left without saying goodbye. She's not here… and she'll never be.