Hey, so this is my second JOA fic and a little G/L song fic. It's Tiny Litle Fracture's by Snow Patrol. Hope you enjoy and please review cause i do love them. Next part will be up soon, promise
Tiny Little Fractures
Is there a place I can go?
Is there a light to get me there?
If I've forgotten what to say
It's because all words are dust
Grace Polk approached the Girardi home. She stood at the bottom of the path and stared at the house that contained a perfect family, one she both envied and feared at the same time because she knew that they weren't perfect. They just loved one another openly, something she'd never experienced... Until said family had invaded her life. That house held her best friend and her boyfriend.
She began walking up the path, it was too cold and windy to just stand outside. As she got closer to the door she realised the downstairs lights were on and only Luke's light was on upstairs. She get 20 questions from Joan and Mrs G if she knocked on the front door... So she climbed up to his room, rattled on the window then climbed in.
He looked shocked to say the least. Then his expression changed to that cross of sympathy and complete, unconditional love.
"Why did you come through the window?" He asked still in a state of bliss that she was there. Then he took in her bloodshot eyes and her shivering body. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" He said without mentioning the problem by name.
Grace opened her mouth to speak, to try and explain her climbing through his window without warning at 10pm and found nothing came out. She swallowed hard still just looking into his eyes. She wasn't even sure what she had wanted to say to him. It all seemed so completely... inadequate. It didn't reflect the bigger picture of how she felt.
Luke read the signs, he could see that she wasn't going to say anything so instead he done what he had done so many times before because it something he'd found to comfort Grace. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his body. After a few seconds she'd untense and her hands would travel up his back before resting. But this time, it wasn't like that.
Grace pushed away, almost tripping over his carelessly placed shoes. She'd wanted so much to talk to him, to say those words that held so much pain and truth, but as always it had made the demise to physicality. She'd wanted him to kiss her and hold her for their entire relationship but now she wanted to share her life with him. Only she couldn't. Those words were useless and completely irrelevant. They were dust.