Remembering Sunday
Sonny Munroe didn't believe in love. She had the look of someone who would. But she didn't. She so didn't. I should know.
I tried to get her to love me. I really tried because I loved her. I loved her so fucking much. She was my dream girl. It took me so long to find her. I wasn't even looking at the moment I saw her. I was walking down the street and there she was. Ever since that day she had been running through my dreams.
She decided to have breakfast with me on Sunday. The greatest day of my life. I realised how in love with her I was. She grinned at me across her table. I knew what that devilish grin meant. She didn't even have to pull very hard when she led me upstairs. I was all too willing. I was desperate for her touch.
I was so in love with her. I didn't care if she didn't believe in love. I was going to make her believe in it. I had known her only for a few days. But I was sure of it. I was going to make her my wife.
When I went to her place after I decided to propose, she wasn't there. I pleaded with her front door at three in the morning. But she wasn't there. I didn't care if I woke the neighbours because I was so in love. I wanted to be inside her warm house. She wasn't there. She wasn't there when I needed to declare my love for her.
I stayed at her door all night. I stayed there hoping she would open the door, saying she hadn't heard me. She didn't. Her neighbours saw me in the morning. They said she moved away. How could she move away from me? How could she leave with my heart?
I walked back to my apartment. She ran through my mind again, and this time I wasn't dreaming. The heavens opened up halfway home. The raindrops mixing with my tears. How could I not see that that meant something? I know now.
I decided to find her. She couldn't have gone far. I walked out into the pouring rain, determined to find my love. I slowly began to realise that it was only raining within a one hundred meter radius of me. They were following me and my quest to find her.
I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. But I'm not coming back. No matter how much you look for me. I did something so terrible. You wouldn't love me if you knew.
It's raining so much because I'm trying to get you out of my life. Not that I have one anymore. I'm trying to stop thinking about you. The rain is washing you away, or trying to.
I'm watching your world. I may be thousands of feet off the ground but I'm still watching. I feel at home here. It's what I did it for. I didn't feel at home. Now I am, finally.
I will always think of you. Even if I am over you.
You used to be so much taller than me. Now I tower over you.
There's no point in me carrying on with this. No point at all. I can't find you. I can't fucking find you, no matter how much I want to.
I've finished my search because my search is finishing me.
I guess I'll go home now.
AN: So this is my first SWAC fic. What are your thoughts? I wrote this because my friend Emma has gotten me obsessed with this song. I analysed the lyrics and got extremely inspired and this is what came out. I think it's better as a Channy than a Smitchie. So this is dedicated to Emma because she thinks this is one of my best fics. Love you Emma. R&R