This is a bit of a continuation from "I woke up and you were gone"
Laura stood in her room, looking out her window. They were in the nerd-mobile of Hanks, but somehow also in a goddamn house. This window was the same window she stood at, arms wrapped around Warren, the night before he was gone. She hated how she had become a cliched teeanger, her feelings and emotions plagued her at night and filled her dreams with horrors.
She dreamt about Warren leaving, mainly. He had said he was going out to fly but then never came back, and she dreamt about that all the time. She envisioned him dying, alone and angry. Alone and scared. Her stomach twisted and she sighed, her breath fogging up the glass.
The others had all been so nice to her lately, but it only made her feel worse. She felt like they were treating her like a delicate, fragile thing. She was anything but. Of course Laura was sad that Warren had left, but she was used to it. She wasn't someone that was able to be loved for long. She always pushed them away and caused them to left.
"People like me don't get happy endings," she hissed at her reflection in the window.
She wanted to punch the sadness out of the eyes in her reflection. She wanted to scream and throw a tantrum. Call her cliche but she had really thought Warren was her Prince Charming. Laura wanted so badly to believe that she had been worthy of love and adoration, worthy of someone staying in her life. She had been left behind so many times yet she had let herself become comfortable with having Warren around all the time. Laura fought back the tears that threatened to fall and swallowed down the lump in her throat.
She let her head fall onto the window and shut her eyes, wishing she could just go back to sleep and stop playing hero. She just didn't want to have this responsibility anymore. Being a runaway, constantly chased by the authority, felt so much more fitting for her. Laura just wasn't made for this superhero, always do the right thing, don't kill people kind of life. Yet she allowed herself to pretend it was for so long, because he was there with her. Because Warren had made her feel like she was allowed to be a good guy, made her feel like she was allowed to bring her defenses down and fall in love.
Then he just up and left her, but she guessed it had just been something bound to happen. It was something that had been building up for a long, long time. Ever since he came back with wings of fire, she had known she lost the real Warren. Her Prince Charming had been replaced by an imposter that wore his face and spoke with his voice, but his hands weren't as soothing, his kisses not as deep.
Her hands began to shake and she swore. Laura was so sick of how easily she got worked up. Warren had torn down all of her defenses and left her alone and exposed. "You were my goddamned Prince Charming," she spat at the window. "I let you come in and slip the glass slipper on my foot and sweep me away. I let you do all of this and then you just up and left me!" She hit the window, cracking the glass. "I hate you! You dirty bastard!" Laura was yelling now, the tears flowing over in anger and sadness. "I thought you would change my story but people like me don't get happy endings!" She hit the window again, shattering the glass. "I don't get happy endings," she screamed, "and you knew that! So why did you make me think I was going to get one!"
She heard the frantic footsteps of people running down the hall. Her heart hammered in her chest; she didn't want to deal with other people right now. Ignoring the fact that she was in shorts and a tank top and barefoot, she stepped over the glass on the floor and jumped out the window. She ran off, wiping away tears as she did so. She only glanced back to see Bobby hanging out her window, calling after her.
"People like me don't deserve happy endings."