I want to be by your side
So I can close my eyes
To the growing emptiness inside that kills me
When I'm with you
Keely sat at her desk, and finished reading out the news. Her make-up was perfectly done, and her clothes were in style, but her face made her look older than she was. The shadows under her eyes gave her away; a sad girl, who wanted to be anywhere but where she was.
Then she got up, and the intense heat of the fluorescent lights stopped. She smiled as the crew came up to congratulate her on another job well done, but it was only in politeness; she didn't want to smile. She hurt too much.
Dean had gotten really mad that night. She had been pouring him a drink, and the carton had slipped, and the drink had gone all over the floor. Dean had began to rave and rant about her not even being able to hold a bottle, and how useless she was. And then he had hit her.
It had ended how it usually ended. Dean going out, leaving Keely cowering, tears streaming down her cheeks on the floor.
And that was how it always went.
And then she'd go to work, and pretend it had never happened. And in her mind it hadn't.
She played those imaginary games that little kids played, the ones were you get to choose everything that happens in your life. And in those, Phil had never gone back, and she had just agreed to marry him. That was what she had wanted her life to turn out like, ever since she had met Phil. Unfortunately, life didn't think much of those plans.
She wanted to sit next to Phil, and forget about Dean.
Forget about it all.
Just forget…
Phil Diffy sat in his kitchen in 2123, the Giggle sitting beside him. He kept throwing furtive glances over at it, knowing what he wanted to do, but also that he shouldn't do it.
For him it had only been a day since he had left Pickford, but for Keely it had been 100 years.
You can't pick it up. If you pick it up and look, you'll regret it, because you'll just begin to miss her even more than you do now. You'll regret it instantly. And it would be disrespecting her privacy. Maybe she doesn't want you looking at her life.
He shook his head, and went back to the page of math problems he had been given for homework. School in 2123, they were even stricter with homework back in 2006. But then he looked back over at the Giggle. It was sitting there, as if waiting for him to pick it up.
On the other hand, she's not alive. She won't know. And you know you want to. You know you want to pick up the Giggle, and find out what happened to her. You loved her, you just never told her before you left. Who knows what could have happened to her? You have so many unanswered questions, and this is a way to answer them!
Now he was still confused. Should he?
Do it!
Maybe he shouldn't…
Don't do it…
But he wanted to.
Do it!
But what if he didn't like what he saw?
Don't do it!
Making his decision, he put down his pencil, and put the Giggle on his head.
Sorry for taking so long, it took a while to perfect this chapter. And it's still not perfect, but it'll do!