Drabble! If you can't tell whose POV this is… well, that's sad. Don't own 'em.
Dedicated to Kelly M., who will never be obsolete to me. Damn the Imzadi book.
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"Obsolete"
Ten years ago, I saw myself being with these five people forever. I saw us growing old (though I wouldn't; I've got a deal with The Big Guy Upstairs) together, saw us still going on dates, arguing about sex and love and life, saw us drinking lattes long into the night down at the coffeehouse at the bottom of the stairs.
But now, I feel obsolete.
They've found their matches, their soul mates. They're happier than they've ever been or could have imagined being; they've all got burgeoning families, or are at planning on them.
I've done none of those things.
I am without the love of my life; without the happiness that they have. Everything is changing; my perfect world of ten years is crashing down around me, and I feel as though they're moving on, growing up, and I'm left eating their dust.
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