Disclaimers: I don't own ER. I want to. But I don't. Gah! Lyrics belong to VNV Nation and that song is called Beloved. Listen to it, it's just awesome!
Note: It's not my first fanfiction but the first one I have posted here. I honestly adore "da Carby love" and I wish I could be so in love with someone too.
My first story here is short and it may make some people a "wee" bit angry but it's all fiction and I usually don't think that way. If that had happened in the show I would have shot someone for it. g
Reviews always needed! Thank you
It's raining. It's raining heavily as if it is the end of the world. Or maybe it is...
Soaked hair dangling in front of her eyes she is standing in the middle of the street. She can't hear the cars passing by. She can't hear the signals and the sirens of a passing ambulance. She can't see the angry faces and obcene gestures that drivers are showing her.
She is just standing there. The top that she is wearing is wet from the icy November rain and it's glinging to her body making her shiver but she doesn't notice it. Her hands crossed at her chest, her head bent down she is just standing there.
Her mind is racing in lightspeed. What if they are wrong? They must be wrong! No.. He can't be.. He just can't be...If he really was.. I would know it.. Wouldn't I?
Another car passes her by splashing cold water at her back waking her up from her stoned state, windows scrolled down and music blaring out the car drives fastly to distance. She recognized the song. She had heared it a million times, she had thought it was a bit corny but now she understands what it really means..
it's so quiet I can hear
my thoughts touching every second
that I spent waiting for you
circumstances afford me
no second chance to tell you
how much I've missed you
Playing it in her head over and over Abby starts to gasp for air and falls down on her knees to the hard pavement.
Frank had answered a long distance-call from Africa and had handed the phone to her. At that moment she knew... She knew that it was too late. She knew that it was too late to say that I'm sorry, it was too late to kiss and make-up. It was too late to hug him.. And it was too late to say him how much she loved him.
A tear runs across her cheek.
John is dead.