TITLE: The Chased Series
AUTHOR: Gomey
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know so I can bragâ€hehe.
RATING: G (though it might vary)
SPOILERS: Assume Nothing (4-01)
DISCLAIMER: All known characters and premises belong to their respective owners. So there.
SUMMARY: A series of POVs – of which I am not well versed in, so please bear with me. Angst runs rampant, frolicking with feelings of longing, dreams and despair. Enjoy.
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Warrick's Assumption
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I sit here and stare at her, my eyes travelling from her strawberry-blonde locks, to her saddened face, taking in what she has just confided in me, though selfishly my thoughts are not fully focussed on concern at the moment. She has trusted me with a secret concerning a paternity test, divulged this event that no one else knows of - not even Grissom. I contain my elation and offer her an ear, inciting her to share her thoughts with me, though secretely wishing that her generosity would exceed words and evolve into the offering of her heart.
Why won't you stop teasing me like this...
She silently declines my offered attention, and frustration kicks her locker shut for her. I'm sitting here, feeling for her, but buzzing at the fact that her vulnerability was uncovered in my presence alone. Suddenly, I understand her intent - her reason behind the secrecy kept: fear of rejection from our supervisor...from her best-friend. The only reason why he doesn't know, is merely that she's afraid of disappointing him, terrified that he'll think less of her due to her actions. My perception of her isn't at stake - I don't think anyone's opinion concerning her worth matters...except for his.
Why won't you let me be more than just a friend...
I always make it a task to see her at least once in the day, perhaps vainly believing that if she saw me enough, she'd start seeing me in a new light, start considering a more intense relationship rather than the pitiful 'buddy' title that loomed over my head.
Why won't you let me see what I want to believe...
I zone out for a brief moment, remembering how I used to be one of them, those naive enough to believe that they were just friends and that's all fate would ever allow them to be. Each time I chased the notion of her and I as one, I further convinced myself to see only what I wanted to see; to perceive all those looks, all those touches and all those words spoken, as merely comfort based actions fueled by their strong friendship.
Why won't you indulge my heart, and prove my mind wrong...
Do you know how hard it is to admit to yourself that all you have ever believed, has been a fabrication to help protect your heart? Sometimes, even the safest of havens can instill more harm than comfort.
...why won't you let me prove to you can love me?
–Finis–