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Heya!!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed especially Neptunestar! You really are a honey! ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!!(Ok the 30th June...but where I am that's in....checks clock.....1 hour!) So please please review-think of it as a birthday present! Thank you. Let me know what you think and if I should continue! Dani xxx
She didn't know where to go. She had no one to run to- she had Weiss of course, but she'd cried to him so many times it hardly seemed fair to the man. Her Dad? Ha! Yer right. They were close but not that close, Dixon? No, Marshal? No... that was it. That was pretty much everyone. There was something nagging her at the back of her mind, it wouldn't let her be. Even with her legs pounding on the ground furiously, and the annoyingly warm tears clashing artistically with the rain, which pelted down on her fragile body. She'd been running for a long time now, hoping that the emotional and almost physical pain would subside, but it didn't and she new it wouldn't. She felt as if she'd been hit repeatedly, that she'd been punched, slapped, kicked, bruised...burnt. She felt burnt; she was exhausted. She let out an angry cry remembering the same phrase being mentioned in her last conversation with Francie...another angry cry...Allison; the woman that killed her best friend and ruined Will's life. The woman that stole her from Vaughn. She stopped immediately. No. Vaughn was stolen from her. I am the one suffering she told herself. He moved on he managed to live without me. His heart mended, while mind remains an open chasm, an achingly desperate dying rose, whose gardener has gone off and married some annoying British blonde. 'He always did like blondes more...with Alice and...Lauren...this is ridiculous!' she said giving herself a mental slap. 'Vaughn's pain is less than yours; think about it! You died, yes, but he married someone else, he's not going to do that in a hurry, which means he must really love her. Really. But his pain is less because you came back- he lost you but he found you. Jesus what do I sound like? He found me?! What am I a pair of gloves he was kind of keen on but misplaced?! A possession of his?!' Then she realised she was 'I will always be his, even if he doesn't want me anymore, even though he has discarded me.' It suddenly hit her- that was what had been bugging her- the person she needed to go to and wanted so desperately to cling to for support, was Vaughn: her tormentor himself. He was the only one who could comfort her, but he was the one had caused this pain: the very pain she wanted him to make go away. She laughed at the irony of it all. She doubled over in a hideous mixture of tears and laughter, her hysterical giggling more frightening than she could ever describe, more frightening than Vaughn and the so terribly damaging things he could do to her. 'So,' she thought sorrowfully 'I really am alone. I have no one. Oh god, I have no one. I can't go to anyone; I've already caused too much pain,' "So much pain" she whispered. She didn't know if she was talking about herself or the many lives she considered to have destroyed since her return. She knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. 'They all moved on before,' she thought 'They can do it again' she began to sob again, more quiet than before. 'A-at least t-this time, th-they'll have a body.'She wept lightly 'And at least I won't have to watch my own funeral either' she joked.
Her feet hammered on the cement floor flooded by the torrential rain. She didn't know how long she had been sprinting, but one sure she could be sure of was that Vaughn hadn't followed her. If he had, it was too late. There was nothing he could say or do to make her forgive him and to make the pain go away; for he had opened her heart, and he alone had broken it, using her love as a vulnerability, and her exposed soul against her.
She was at the pier now. She stood on the railings, refusing to relive the memory rattling fearlessly inside her mind. Her hands were cold and shaken but her face was hard and determined. She heard him scream her name savagely, ravishing its memory. It was too late now. There was nothing he could do.
Remember, if you've just read this its probably my birthday (probably not but I'm gonna take a gamble) so please review!!! xxx
Heya!!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed especially Neptunestar! You really are a honey! ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!!!!!!(Ok the 30th June...but where I am that's in....checks clock.....1 hour!) So please please review-think of it as a birthday present! Thank you. Let me know what you think and if I should continue! Dani xxx
She didn't know where to go. She had no one to run to- she had Weiss of course, but she'd cried to him so many times it hardly seemed fair to the man. Her Dad? Ha! Yer right. They were close but not that close, Dixon? No, Marshal? No... that was it. That was pretty much everyone. There was something nagging her at the back of her mind, it wouldn't let her be. Even with her legs pounding on the ground furiously, and the annoyingly warm tears clashing artistically with the rain, which pelted down on her fragile body. She'd been running for a long time now, hoping that the emotional and almost physical pain would subside, but it didn't and she new it wouldn't. She felt as if she'd been hit repeatedly, that she'd been punched, slapped, kicked, bruised...burnt. She felt burnt; she was exhausted. She let out an angry cry remembering the same phrase being mentioned in her last conversation with Francie...another angry cry...Allison; the woman that killed her best friend and ruined Will's life. The woman that stole her from Vaughn. She stopped immediately. No. Vaughn was stolen from her. I am the one suffering she told herself. He moved on he managed to live without me. His heart mended, while mind remains an open chasm, an achingly desperate dying rose, whose gardener has gone off and married some annoying British blonde. 'He always did like blondes more...with Alice and...Lauren...this is ridiculous!' she said giving herself a mental slap. 'Vaughn's pain is less than yours; think about it! You died, yes, but he married someone else, he's not going to do that in a hurry, which means he must really love her. Really. But his pain is less because you came back- he lost you but he found you. Jesus what do I sound like? He found me?! What am I a pair of gloves he was kind of keen on but misplaced?! A possession of his?!' Then she realised she was 'I will always be his, even if he doesn't want me anymore, even though he has discarded me.' It suddenly hit her- that was what had been bugging her- the person she needed to go to and wanted so desperately to cling to for support, was Vaughn: her tormentor himself. He was the only one who could comfort her, but he was the one had caused this pain: the very pain she wanted him to make go away. She laughed at the irony of it all. She doubled over in a hideous mixture of tears and laughter, her hysterical giggling more frightening than she could ever describe, more frightening than Vaughn and the so terribly damaging things he could do to her. 'So,' she thought sorrowfully 'I really am alone. I have no one. Oh god, I have no one. I can't go to anyone; I've already caused too much pain,' "So much pain" she whispered. She didn't know if she was talking about herself or the many lives she considered to have destroyed since her return. She knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. 'They all moved on before,' she thought 'They can do it again' she began to sob again, more quiet than before. 'A-at least t-this time, th-they'll have a body.'She wept lightly 'And at least I won't have to watch my own funeral either' she joked.
Her feet hammered on the cement floor flooded by the torrential rain. She didn't know how long she had been sprinting, but one sure she could be sure of was that Vaughn hadn't followed her. If he had, it was too late. There was nothing he could say or do to make her forgive him and to make the pain go away; for he had opened her heart, and he alone had broken it, using her love as a vulnerability, and her exposed soul against her.
She was at the pier now. She stood on the railings, refusing to relive the memory rattling fearlessly inside her mind. Her hands were cold and shaken but her face was hard and determined. She heard him scream her name savagely, ravishing its memory. It was too late now. There was nothing he could do.
Remember, if you've just read this its probably my birthday (probably not but I'm gonna take a gamble) so please review!!! xxx