Title: Choices
Author: Alexandria
Rating: PG
Summary: Someone leaves, and someone stays
Author Notes: I left the POV on this story blank so you can fill in either Horatio or Calleigh. I think they both work. All mistakes are mine this time. I made a challenge for myself to see if I could get my muse to come back and found a CD I hadn't listened too in a while. I started with the first song title, made it my first word and in order, used the other 13 songs in the story without changing the order of any words and ended with the last song title.
Word Count 495
Free, that's what I thought I'd be you made your choice that I would be free to make my own choices, but I wasn't. I couldn't make the choice to move on, I couldn't make the choice to believe you'd really done it, that's you had moved on. That you were making a life without me, without us; without the chance of us.
Cry I did that at your party, in your speech, our friends thought it was for joy, but you knew, and with all the tears, you knew that mine were from sadness, from pain, not for your happiness. But I made it through, and I told you I was happy for you, even when we both knew it was a lie, that I was lost in the deep ocean of emotion with out a raft, or a lighthouse to guide me back. One, it is such a lonely number, and I know that you knew exactly how it felt to be just one for so long. And when the lights go down that night you were still as beautiful as the day I met you. Watching you leave, with someone else, someone that wasn't me, was the hardest thing I've had to do, and I knew then that I was unsaveable, I wouldn't, couldn't find my way to shore with you gone. I heard Alexx whisper softly, "Baby, you belong out there, in the world, doing what you do best." You only gave her a small smile, one that was comforting to a long time friend who didn't want to say goodbye, and with one last glance at me, you left.
I stand nearby, watching you as you pull the things from your locker; the entire staff was there, to see you off. If you're gonna fly away, we want you to know there is something to come back to. You give a smile, take a deep breathe, then give a stronger one, letting everyone know that you are going to be okay, and if this is the end of your time here, you want everyone to know that there will be a beginning somewhere else. "This is me, this is my choice, and I want to thank everyone for being here to see me off." I watch as you close you're locker door, pulling the name tag off with a small, sad smile. Laying it in the box with everything else. I feel the last nail driven into my heart, but there is no pain, there's been too much of that lately, too much sadness, too much heartache. You look up, and my attention is drawn back to you, watching as you pick up the box leaving the room. Everyone stands around, looking at the vacant locker where your belonging once resided, and I think I will fall again as the room slowly dissipates, people returning to their jobs and even in your choices and your absence you are still here.