Welcome to my little world of ficlets, quite a nice place to be. I say this with utmost sarcasm for I have been in a Tommy-smashing mode. I actually wrote this like two months ago but I'm having a general writing relapse, so I thought maybe this would get my system going again. I feel like I must explain before I dive right into the story, unless no one is actually reading this and now it's worse than when I talk to myself when other people are in the room, why I'm on a break-Tommy-down-into-a-defensless-sap-while-Jude-is-making-Superman-Returns-jealous.
Actually I have no real reason but I was in an anti-shipper mode for about three hours and I wrote like twelve one shots. All plots differing ever-so-slightly but with the common I hate Tommy link between them. This ramble is also trying to make up for the fact that the story is barely a disgraceful 500 words. Oh my, I just checked on my little word document and my handy little word count read words: 291. This is shameful. But I bet I'm boosting the count right now with this outstanding author's note. It's more become an author's ramble, but many have come before this and many will precede. Or is it proceed...I don't really know.
I'm think of words of wisdom I can leave you with...hey, I have a funny story! I was driving with my dad today and this polica car started trailing us and I tensed at the wheel, and I felt like I was going to vomit, and then he pulled us over and asked to see my temps. I was like PSSSHT I've got my liscense old man. I didn't say that out loud, there has to be some kind of threat in that and I don't think I would bode well with prison. Anywho that was my funny story that wasn't funny. I'll stop, I promise. I don't own the lyrics to Hear Me, I believe Kelly does. I'll just go with that since my Itunes is failing to tell me the composer. Mean Itunes.
Anywho read on, read on. And then review, because you love me, right? If this were a fanfiction about me and I was narrating and I was looking at me, but I wasn't me, I was someone else, I would definitely call me desperate and pathetic and a review whore. But thank goodness it's not ;o) teehee.
I'm screaming for you to please,
Hear Me
I froze. A stare. A small gasp. Feet poised to run. A hand clenched. A breath baited.
You gotta be out there
She trotted down each aisle happily, scanning through various items at will while she hummed an airy melody through her teeth.
You gotta be somewhere
The jaunt in her step. The smile on her face. The light in her eyes. The glow in her face.
Wherever you are
They were all screaming. Screaming at me, telling me to move on, telling me she was happy, telling me that she didn't need me. Maybe she never needed me.
I'm lost in my thoughts
My steps sped forward while my gaze followed the small tiles across the floor. I swiftly passed her, the small hum buzzing between us, drawing me closer as I brushed against her arm.
I'm screaming for you to
An intake of breath. A light sweeping turn. A hand on my arm. An apologetic smile. Someone else would have gotten all that.
Find me
Another gasp. A recoil. A tight hand grasping her purse. A disdainful scorn. That was all for me.
Hear me
"Tom." My name never sounded so good. My name was never spoken so slowly. So deliberately. My name was never spoken so abrasively. But so gently. Tom.
Being on my own
It spun in every direction, bouncing through the caved walls of my thoughts and rebounding painfully in my throat. "Jude." I said.
I fall
A step backwards. A raised hand. Curled fingers. Pursed lips. Bared teeth.
A quiet wave.
A soft goodbye.
A swift passing.
She was there. She was gone. "Bye." I muttered through my teeth, the glint of a peaceful band on her fingers catching my eyes.
Can you hear me?