I'm fine from within'
I'm better without
This noose 'round my neck,
Is countin' me out
Wherever I run,
My beautiful sin
Is calling outside
And it's that that reminds me of you
Now every last effort tried,
So far has been denied
It's easy to cry for love
Much harder to try
There goes my guiding light
Farewell, my guiding light
There goes my guiding light
Farewell, my guiding light
Guiding Light, by The Veils
Lonnie saw them in the playground as he walked to the school doors and chuckled.
They sat side by side on top of a picnic table, holding hands. Both looked uncomfortable but after a moment the girl spoke and the boy laughed, long and hard. Lonnie decided it would probably last. Maybe not forever, but for a while.
He was in the brown suit now and holding flowers, sweating, looking nervous. He into the school and made a beeline for the psychiatrist's office.
And then he stared at the door, looking quite a bit like Helga before her confession. He straightened his tie, coughed, breathed in and out. He felt like vomiting.
But instead he knocked and the door opened to reveal and tall woman with short black hair and a delicate face and a nametag that read "Dr. Bliss".
They stared. Dr. Morgan Bliss said, "Lonnie Doyle?" Lonnie nodded. She said, "Come in, please," and he walked past her into the room and turned around and was about to speak when--
When she kissed him on the lips.
Lonnie fell back, startled, and leaned against her desk. She smirked at him: all sass. A 'ha, got you' smirk. Realization dawned and Lonnie asked, "How long have you known?"
"I found one of your journals in the fifth grade, but I think I knew before then. You were always so mean to everybody, except for me. And you know, you really are a good writer. At least, you were back then."
"How come you never confronted me?"
"I figured that you'd tell me. In time."
"But I didn't."
"So I waited."
He waited to kiss and he wanted to kill her and he wanted to do something else.
"Close the door, Morgan. And lock it."
She raised an eyebrow: quizzical. "Why would I cl...oh. Oh, that." Lonnie grinned like a kid who'd just tossed a firecracker into somebody's mailbox. "You always were the wild son," she said, and then she walked to the door and closed it and locked it.
It stayed locked for two hours.
When it was done they lay on her couch, sweating. Lonnie said, "I got you flowers," and it sent her into a fit of giggles.
But then he sat up and looked at her, hard, and said, "I've done some bad things. You know that, right?" She nodded. She's read about him in the paper: kept tabs. "You've never done anything," she said, "That I can't forgive."
"Morgan."
"Yes?"
"Marry me."
"Okay."
And his guiding light was returned.
Author's Note: Yay! Story's done. Now it's just the epilogue. I hope you enjoyed this little yarn and I would love to hear your opinion on it, so please review and tell me what you think.
The song is from the album The Runaway Found.