-1Authors note: There was a short challenge on LJ for writers to set their iPods on shuffle and write one fan fiction for each of the six songs which played on their list first.
Here are mine, and I hope you enjoy them :)
Again.
She's had the same track playing for hours.
It's corny, and completely over-used, but it depicts exactly how she's feeling right now. Exactly how he left her.
And it sucks out loud.
There's an almost-empty box of (aptly) pink tissues beside the bed she's lying in (the bed he lay in only days before), an overflowing bag filled with mascara-blackened ones next to that, which only reinforces the suckiness every time she looks at it.
She'd had mascara on that morning, which has now run from her eyes to stain black pools down her cheeks, smudging a little every time a tear rolls down her face. She hasn't bothered to wash it off, because there's no one here to see her (which is why it sucks in the first place).
He's not here to see her.
He's not here to see her because he was the one who left her here in the first place.
She promises herself, in this moment, that she's never going to do this again, trust someone to watch them let her down again. It's not worth it, and that sucks even more.
It always ends the same, and that's not going to change, because the lights at the end of the tunnel are almost always the headlights of an oncoming train, and falling in love is just unlocking the door, and leaving it wide open for someone to come in and hurt her.
Again.
And she feels this way for an entire seven hundred and thirty days, before she sees him. And then it all changes.
Again.
(Kelly Clarkson's "The Trouble With Love Is")