Alone.
That's all she seemed to be.
Maybe she was destined to be alone forever?
She sat alone on her bed and breathed in deeply. She was so tired, so angry, so heartbroken but it didn't matter because feeling these feelings wouldn't bring him back.
Nothing would.
Paige thought for a moment.
She thought about what it would be like to move on, maybe to find someone new; as Piper and Phoebe had been so desperately trying to get her to do.
Maybe there would come a time when she would move on; but would she ever find someone like him?
Brave, understanding, compassionate, caring, strong-minded…
She could list everything about him and smiled slightly as memories floated across her mind.
Why?
The smile faded from her lips and tears returned to her eyes.
Why?
Why, was the question she so desperately wanted an answer to.
The obvious answer was the Avatars.
Why couldn't they have rewound time just that bit further to let him live?
Then there were the Elders.
Why couldn't they just see that they were meant to be together and for once in their life show some damn compassion?
But she'd been thinking and she'd realised that she could blame them forever but were they truly the ones at fault?
She was.
And it haunted her every damn day.
Her eyes fell upon an item on her desk.
A small snow globe.
Anger took over her and she threw it across the room, it hit the wall and landed on the floor with a thud, still unbroken.
She screamed in anger and despair, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She picked up the lamp off the table and threw it too. It smashed against the wall.
She cried. Uncontrollably.
She missed him so much it hurt. She'd completely let herself go.
She had to stop this.
Throwing a tantrum wasn't going to make it any easier.
She wiped away her tears and made her way over to the other side of the bedroom where the mess of her outburst lay.
She sat down and reached for the, thankfully, unharmed snow globe, she didn't even care about the broken glass from the lamp laying around it which scratched her hand and wrist as she reached for it.
She picked up the precious item and looked intently at it.
It had to stop here.
She said quietly, with effort and knowing that it wasn't true;
"It was not my fault"
She clenched it in her bleeding hand and cried yet again.
Rocking gently backwards and forwards she repeated to herself over and over again;
"It was not my fault"
"You're right. It wasn't" a voice said loudly from the other side of the room.
I was gonna leave it as a one-shot but then I got bored and wrote some more. It's not exactly quality stuff huh? Lol she seems more like I mental patient with all the rocking backwards and forwards and muttering to herself hehe. But this isn't just one of those happy go lucky kinda stories. I bet you all think you know who the voice is coming from, go on have a guess.
Anyways I'll maybe update more, if it comes to me!
Hope you like it and review if you want! xxx