A/N: Drabble, nothing special. Again based on a quote I read one day. Sequel to Walking Away.
Disclaimer: Own nothing except plot.
Nothing
I expected heartbreak.
Air so stifling that I could barely breathe. Tears so blinding that my eyes would bleed. Pain so agonising that I would barely have the will to live.
I always thought it would be everything and then some. Everything or nothing.
I got nothing.
When I learnt that you had disappeared in the night, nothing. When I saw the framed picture of us on the floor, glass shards stained with blood your blood nothing. When I sat alone in my office twirling a pen absentmindedly, reflecting on the day's events, nothing.
Mole had despaired. Cece had cried.
I did nothing. Every inch the cold, hard, unapproachable transgenic I always had been. And always will be.
I knew I was too harsh on you. I knew I never appreciated you. I knew… So many things that I can't even begin to say.
But knowing something won't make it right.
You can't fight tears that were never there.
So even as I get up now, I know I can't do anything. I can't do anything to make you come back, try as I might. Need as I do. Want as I badly.
But I can try.
Dear Alec...
A/N: Well, you all know now. Like you didn't know before.
Anyway, if any FanFic author out there is willing, he/she can write their variation of the letter, and maybe even a sequel to this one. Leave a review or a reply at my Dark Angel forum to accept – the story would be interesting to read.