1Disclaimer: No, I don't.
A/N: Not sure about tile. I was going to call it "Empty" but now I'm not sure, I would love ideas though. I'm also not sure weather I'll continue it or not. If people want me too, I'll start at the beginning and tell the whole story, as soon as I think of it. I accept comments, flames, praise, whippings, beatings, and long reviews. Much love, Charli
PS: Dedicated to J-Mo, cause his scarf gave me the idea. I love Jonathon Brett Moore's scarf! (And J-Mo, himself!)
Nessa looked around the empty apartment. 'Empty...' Forever more, empty. She walked around the room, picking up little things. Notes, clothes. She stopped at a small table beside the couch. Tears formed in her eyes as she picked up the camera that lay on it. She held it close, feeling hot tears run down her face. 'Why...' Why was a good question. Why now? Why here? Why him? She looked up and saw it. She put down the camera, and crossed the room toward the small bundle. It hadn't been touched since he left just two weeks ago. 'Only two weeks...' It seemed like two years had passed since that day. The day they took him to the hospital. She reached out and touched it. She picked it up. She brought it to her face, nuzzling her face into the warm wool. It still smelled like him. Tears ran down her face like a waterfall. She rubbed the old scarf against her cheek. She put it on. She turned back to the apartment.
One song, glory.
She walked around again
One song to leave behind
She ran her hand along the kitchen table
Find, glory, behind the cheap colored lights, one song
She touched the plates, still left from the mornings breakfast that horrible day
Time flies, time dies!
Glory!
One blaze of, Glory!
One blaze of, Glory!
Glory!
Find, glory, in a song that rings true...
She picked up a book that had been left on a chair, and put it back down
Find, one song, a song about love...
She sat down
Find the one song, before the virus takes hold...
She put her head in her hands, sobbing
Time dies...
She berried her head in the scarf again. 'Why did he have to go...' She looked up and saw the answering machine blinking. She turned it on.
"Nessa, it's me. I didn't want you to worry, I just went out for some more coffee', we're out. I'll hurry, don't worry. I doubt that five minutes will make my cold any worse. She you when I get back, if your up."
It must have been from that morning. She took out the tape. She held it close to her.
"Is that everything? What about this?" Nessa didn't look up, busy looking though some boxes.
"What is it?"
"A scarf."
"No, leave it." Nessa found what she was looking for.
"What's that for?"
"Nothing."
"Well, ok. I'm just going to take the rest of these boxes down."
"Alright." After her brother was gone, Nessa looked at the small tape in her hands. She picked up the scarf and put it on. She looked around the apartment. It was completely bear. She closed her eyes. She could still hear him, filming.
"Why don't you tell everyone at home what you are making for this magnificent feast today?"
"Mark, get that camera out of my face before it becomes your feast."
"Whoa, sweetie, didn't mean anything." He gave her a quick kiss before answering the door.
"Hey, Mimi, hey Roger! Come in, we we're almost ready to go..."
She turned out the light and closed the door.
'Goodbye, love.'