Author's Note: I was listening to the song The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance as I read a songfic, and the idea popped into my head. Please read and review! OneShot
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Last Thoughts
Jackson Rippner, the cunning, charming, indestructible Jackson Rippner, sat, chained to a chair, utterly defeated. His usually neatly combed hair was disgruntled, and his crispy business suit exchanged for an orange prison one. In a few minutes, he was scheduled to die. Oddly, of all the things in the world to think or worry about, there was only one thing on his mind: Lisa.
I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
Everything from the intoxicating scent of her perfume to the mesmerizing color of her eyes flashed through his mind. He was filled with a sorrow, not for what was to come, but for what could have been.
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever ever…
All Jackson could think was if. If they had met differently, in a restaurant or party or bar… if the circumstances were different, the situation altered… Over the last few weeks, fantasies entered Rippner's mind. Them, lying under the stars, their bodies wrapped around each other. Him, stroking her soft hair, tilting her face up towards his. Their kiss, soft and tender, or hard and fierce, lost in the passion of the moment…
Soon the executioner entered the room, laden with the killing needle. The man's entrance abruptly and painfully brought Rippner back to reality. He would never again smell her enchanting perfume or touch her silky smooth skin. Never again would he feel her presence, stare into her mesmerizing eyes, or witness her beautiful smile.
And all the things that you never told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
The executioner approached him, but Rippner barely noticed. He was too deep in self pity to notice anything, until the needle went in. As it painfully pierced his flesh, Jackson would have traded everything to see her one last time, if only for a minute, or 30 seconds, even. Almost immediately, his visionstarted to blur. The room began to spin and his body was steadily growing weaker. At the last moment, before he lost consciousness, Goodbye Lisa, was what Rippner thought, as a single tear rolled down his cheek. Then his eyes closed, his heart slowed to a stop, and he slumped against his chair, dead.
For all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna…