What Could Have Been: Goodbye
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Elizabeth's Studio
Elizabeth pushed back a lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail. It had been a hard day of packing for her. She had started as soon as she had woken up and now, six hours later she was almost done.
She never thought the day would come when leaving Port Charles would be so important to her. It had been only a day since Sonny had informed her of what she let go and already she couldn't stand the town. She had outgrown it in some way. Without Jason with her there wasn't any way she would be able to stay in Port Charles. There was nothing left for her to stay for.
Her alimony payments from Ric would tide her over in Italy, and her savings that she'd started years ago would get her there. Eilzabeth had never guessed that she would be heading to Italy without him. It always seemed like a place she would get to one day, with him by her side. Elizabeth could almost imagine walking through the streets, seeing the sights, explaining the artwork to him. They could fly past all of the beautiful scenery on his bike. She had always wondered if the wind would look different in Italy. The light did, after all.
Her flight left early the next morning. Some would say it was sudden. But the moment she had seen Carly Corinthos in her home crying her heart had slowly been leaving Port Charles. Now she was just making it final.
Her red glass was packed away in a special box. Her clothes all neatly folded, except for something to wear that night and the next day. Her art supplies were all securely closed and packed away also. Her baseball bat at and other trinkets were in their own boxes. Along with her post card and The Wind. All of her things and furniture was going with her.
Elizabeth wiped away some sweat from her fact as she taped up another box. Hopefully things would go well in Italy, because she never wanted to do this again.
Her expressionless face frowned at the soft knock on her door. Who would come by now? She was having dinner with Gram as a goodbye that night. And it wasn't as though Elizabeth had retained a whole lot of friends during her months as Mrs. Ric Lansing.
She opened her door, not caring if there was danger behind it. Thereby managing to smash the doors whole purpose.
"Hello, Elizabeth." Sonny Corinthos greeted quietly. He stared at his hands and anywhere but her face.
"Sonny." She nodded to him, even though he wasn't looking at her. "Come to tell me that Jason had a engagement ring picked out too?"
Elizabeth knew her voice was harsh. And that Sonny might not had desereved it. But she couldn't help her anger.
Sonny looked up at her, and Elizabeth could once again notice how dead he seemed. He was practically a corpse like Jason was. She could also see guilt in his eyes. And as much as Elizabeth didn't to let him off the hook, her anger was melting away.
"I'm, um, I'm really sorry for telling you those things. I shouldn't have done it." Sonny whispered as he looked down again.
Elizabeth's heart went out to him, because just like her he was hurting still. Even though Jason's death had been a year ago, they still woke up every day and suffered without him.
"Come in." she offered as she moved aside for him to pass her. Sonny looked like he was torn. But in the end her invitation had won out and he entered her mixed up studio. She could see the confusion on his face while he survied her home.
"You're moving?" he asked her, confusion as evident in his voice as it was on his face.
Elizabeth nodded, and this time he saw her. "To Italy."
Sonny turned to look at her. He watched how determined she seemed and knew that this was the right thing for her. "Good for you."
Elizabeth smiled. "I'd offer you a seat, but I don't think you'll be able to safely cross the room, let alone clear all the boxes off the couch."
Sonny shook his head to indicate that he didn't mind. "I really shouldn't have told you all of that."
Elizabeth closed her eyes. "Its alright."
The man in front of her reached out and touched her shoulder breifly before letting go of it. She could see that he didn't think it was alright for him to have told her that. "Its hard sometimes, you know?" Elizabeth nodded, she knew how he felt.
"I miss him, all the time. I'll do something and I'll know that he's done it. Or I know what his reaction would be. Sometimes it gets to be too much. And that's usually when I go to visit him. And there you were. Sitting there. I got mad. I know I shouldn't have. That I had no right." Sonny stopped to wave his hand at her protests. "I didn't. I snapped. Some days I hate me for him dying. Some days I hate the one who pulled the trigger, even though he's long dead now. Other days I hate Jason for leaving us. And right then I hated you." Elizabeth nodded her head, ever since Jason had died she had hated back and forth the same exact way.
Sonny ran his hand over his eyes. She could feel the exaustion rolling off of him in waves. "I know that you had no way of knowing that he was leaving for you. But at that moment all I could think was that if you had just given him a chance to explain then he might still be alive. Because he wouldn't have been there at the time of the shooting."
Elizabeth gave him a small smile. "I feel the same way."
She barely had time to register what he'd done before she felt both of his hands on her face. He forced her to look at him as he gently but firmly turned her face to his. He wouldn't let her get out of his gaze. "It isn't your fault. It was never your fault. I came here because I wanted you to know that it wasn't. Jason died. The only one to blame is the one who killed him."
His brown eyes held complete sincereity in them and she knew he was telling the truth. "Thank you. I know that it isn't my fault. At least not entirely." Sonny released her face when he was satisfied that he had done what he had come to do. "Does that mean you don't blame yourself?"
The look of sincereity vanished and was replaced with guilt, depression and exhaustion. It hurt her soul just to look into his eyes. She had enough pain of her own without viewing his.
"I know that the same thing applies to me. That I didn't know, and I didn't mean for it to happen. But I can't help it. I brought him into this life, I'm responsible." Sonny told her sadly shaking his head the same time.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, as much good as this talk was doing for her, it only made her want to leave more. She had to get away from memories, not relive them and analyse everyone's feelings on the past. "Thank you for saying all of this Sonny."
Sonny nodded his head, getting her hint. "If you ever need anything." He let the sentence run off. He knew she knew the rest. There was no need to continue it. He could see in her eyes that she wouldn't ever call him for help, or anyone else for that matter. But it didn't change the fact he was going to say it.
She lead him out of her studio before giving him a quick hug. Before they broke apart he whispered into her ear. "Thank you for loving him and making him happy."
A bittersweet smile started across her face. "Thank you for being his best friend."
Sonny left her with a final nod. He knew that he would most likely never see her again.
But he also knew that was exactly what she wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next Morning ~ Airport
Her bags were already on the plane, her furniture and boxes had made their way to the moving company. She had said goodbye to everyone, including the people who she hadn't talked to in months, the night before. She'd been given words of advice, luck and love.
This was her final day in Port Charles. If she had it her way she would never return. There were too many memories. She knew that she would never escape them. That Jason would always be in the back of her mind, no matter how far she ran. But she was comforted by that. It was almost as if he was making the trip with her.
She had no regret about leaving. That was one of the only things she no longer had regret for.
"Final boarding call to flight 7789, Rome Italy."
Elizabeth handed her ticket to the woman and walked with her carry on bag through the tunnelish thing in front of her. She reached the plane and found her seat. A window seat so she could look out over the town and say goodbye in her own way.
She was leaving part of herself in the town. The happy, young girl who thought that her life would all turn out in the end. She'd had hardships before, and survived. But Elizabeth Webber wasn't that girl anymore.
She never could be that girl anymore.
"Please buckle your seat belts and prepare for take-off. We hope you have a good flight."
Elizabeth did as the voice instructed. She'd stared out the window during the whole safety speech. She had been on enough flights to know what to do if the plane went down.
The plane raced towards the runway and Elizabeth continued to survey her former home. As the plane lifted from the ground and the children behind her gasped in the wonder of it all, she hoped that her troubles would stay on the ground. That somehow, magically, if she left the town were it all started the pain would go away.
It didn't.
The plane straightened itself out and she kept looking down over the town. They were too high up to tell what was what. It was all a child's toy town set now. Elizabeth couldn't help but make the connection to someone playing games with her life.
She sped away from Port Charles. From Jason. From her memory of him. But what she didn't know was that while she thought she was getting away, she was really getting closer.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Elizabeth's Studio
Elizabeth pushed back a lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail. It had been a hard day of packing for her. She had started as soon as she had woken up and now, six hours later she was almost done.
She never thought the day would come when leaving Port Charles would be so important to her. It had been only a day since Sonny had informed her of what she let go and already she couldn't stand the town. She had outgrown it in some way. Without Jason with her there wasn't any way she would be able to stay in Port Charles. There was nothing left for her to stay for.
Her alimony payments from Ric would tide her over in Italy, and her savings that she'd started years ago would get her there. Eilzabeth had never guessed that she would be heading to Italy without him. It always seemed like a place she would get to one day, with him by her side. Elizabeth could almost imagine walking through the streets, seeing the sights, explaining the artwork to him. They could fly past all of the beautiful scenery on his bike. She had always wondered if the wind would look different in Italy. The light did, after all.
Her flight left early the next morning. Some would say it was sudden. But the moment she had seen Carly Corinthos in her home crying her heart had slowly been leaving Port Charles. Now she was just making it final.
Her red glass was packed away in a special box. Her clothes all neatly folded, except for something to wear that night and the next day. Her art supplies were all securely closed and packed away also. Her baseball bat at and other trinkets were in their own boxes. Along with her post card and The Wind. All of her things and furniture was going with her.
Elizabeth wiped away some sweat from her fact as she taped up another box. Hopefully things would go well in Italy, because she never wanted to do this again.
Her expressionless face frowned at the soft knock on her door. Who would come by now? She was having dinner with Gram as a goodbye that night. And it wasn't as though Elizabeth had retained a whole lot of friends during her months as Mrs. Ric Lansing.
She opened her door, not caring if there was danger behind it. Thereby managing to smash the doors whole purpose.
"Hello, Elizabeth." Sonny Corinthos greeted quietly. He stared at his hands and anywhere but her face.
"Sonny." She nodded to him, even though he wasn't looking at her. "Come to tell me that Jason had a engagement ring picked out too?"
Elizabeth knew her voice was harsh. And that Sonny might not had desereved it. But she couldn't help her anger.
Sonny looked up at her, and Elizabeth could once again notice how dead he seemed. He was practically a corpse like Jason was. She could also see guilt in his eyes. And as much as Elizabeth didn't to let him off the hook, her anger was melting away.
"I'm, um, I'm really sorry for telling you those things. I shouldn't have done it." Sonny whispered as he looked down again.
Elizabeth's heart went out to him, because just like her he was hurting still. Even though Jason's death had been a year ago, they still woke up every day and suffered without him.
"Come in." she offered as she moved aside for him to pass her. Sonny looked like he was torn. But in the end her invitation had won out and he entered her mixed up studio. She could see the confusion on his face while he survied her home.
"You're moving?" he asked her, confusion as evident in his voice as it was on his face.
Elizabeth nodded, and this time he saw her. "To Italy."
Sonny turned to look at her. He watched how determined she seemed and knew that this was the right thing for her. "Good for you."
Elizabeth smiled. "I'd offer you a seat, but I don't think you'll be able to safely cross the room, let alone clear all the boxes off the couch."
Sonny shook his head to indicate that he didn't mind. "I really shouldn't have told you all of that."
Elizabeth closed her eyes. "Its alright."
The man in front of her reached out and touched her shoulder breifly before letting go of it. She could see that he didn't think it was alright for him to have told her that. "Its hard sometimes, you know?" Elizabeth nodded, she knew how he felt.
"I miss him, all the time. I'll do something and I'll know that he's done it. Or I know what his reaction would be. Sometimes it gets to be too much. And that's usually when I go to visit him. And there you were. Sitting there. I got mad. I know I shouldn't have. That I had no right." Sonny stopped to wave his hand at her protests. "I didn't. I snapped. Some days I hate me for him dying. Some days I hate the one who pulled the trigger, even though he's long dead now. Other days I hate Jason for leaving us. And right then I hated you." Elizabeth nodded her head, ever since Jason had died she had hated back and forth the same exact way.
Sonny ran his hand over his eyes. She could feel the exaustion rolling off of him in waves. "I know that you had no way of knowing that he was leaving for you. But at that moment all I could think was that if you had just given him a chance to explain then he might still be alive. Because he wouldn't have been there at the time of the shooting."
Elizabeth gave him a small smile. "I feel the same way."
She barely had time to register what he'd done before she felt both of his hands on her face. He forced her to look at him as he gently but firmly turned her face to his. He wouldn't let her get out of his gaze. "It isn't your fault. It was never your fault. I came here because I wanted you to know that it wasn't. Jason died. The only one to blame is the one who killed him."
His brown eyes held complete sincereity in them and she knew he was telling the truth. "Thank you. I know that it isn't my fault. At least not entirely." Sonny released her face when he was satisfied that he had done what he had come to do. "Does that mean you don't blame yourself?"
The look of sincereity vanished and was replaced with guilt, depression and exhaustion. It hurt her soul just to look into his eyes. She had enough pain of her own without viewing his.
"I know that the same thing applies to me. That I didn't know, and I didn't mean for it to happen. But I can't help it. I brought him into this life, I'm responsible." Sonny told her sadly shaking his head the same time.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, as much good as this talk was doing for her, it only made her want to leave more. She had to get away from memories, not relive them and analyse everyone's feelings on the past. "Thank you for saying all of this Sonny."
Sonny nodded his head, getting her hint. "If you ever need anything." He let the sentence run off. He knew she knew the rest. There was no need to continue it. He could see in her eyes that she wouldn't ever call him for help, or anyone else for that matter. But it didn't change the fact he was going to say it.
She lead him out of her studio before giving him a quick hug. Before they broke apart he whispered into her ear. "Thank you for loving him and making him happy."
A bittersweet smile started across her face. "Thank you for being his best friend."
Sonny left her with a final nod. He knew that he would most likely never see her again.
But he also knew that was exactly what she wanted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next Morning ~ Airport
Her bags were already on the plane, her furniture and boxes had made their way to the moving company. She had said goodbye to everyone, including the people who she hadn't talked to in months, the night before. She'd been given words of advice, luck and love.
This was her final day in Port Charles. If she had it her way she would never return. There were too many memories. She knew that she would never escape them. That Jason would always be in the back of her mind, no matter how far she ran. But she was comforted by that. It was almost as if he was making the trip with her.
She had no regret about leaving. That was one of the only things she no longer had regret for.
"Final boarding call to flight 7789, Rome Italy."
Elizabeth handed her ticket to the woman and walked with her carry on bag through the tunnelish thing in front of her. She reached the plane and found her seat. A window seat so she could look out over the town and say goodbye in her own way.
She was leaving part of herself in the town. The happy, young girl who thought that her life would all turn out in the end. She'd had hardships before, and survived. But Elizabeth Webber wasn't that girl anymore.
She never could be that girl anymore.
"Please buckle your seat belts and prepare for take-off. We hope you have a good flight."
Elizabeth did as the voice instructed. She'd stared out the window during the whole safety speech. She had been on enough flights to know what to do if the plane went down.
The plane raced towards the runway and Elizabeth continued to survey her former home. As the plane lifted from the ground and the children behind her gasped in the wonder of it all, she hoped that her troubles would stay on the ground. That somehow, magically, if she left the town were it all started the pain would go away.
It didn't.
The plane straightened itself out and she kept looking down over the town. They were too high up to tell what was what. It was all a child's toy town set now. Elizabeth couldn't help but make the connection to someone playing games with her life.
She sped away from Port Charles. From Jason. From her memory of him. But what she didn't know was that while she thought she was getting away, she was really getting closer.
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