AN: I'm back. Again, I apologise for the infrequency. Anyway, this one's slightly related to the last one but it works by itself. The song's "Genevieve" by Sugarland. I'm going to try something different from angst next time.
Well, the world won't turn. The world won't turn.
The frames won't break and the letters won't burn.
The whole thing seemed like Einstein's dreams.
See the smoke, start to shiver.
I'd do anything to just forget her.
She didn't even bother to clean out her desk, which was nice of her. Make it look like some "family emergency" came up and that she didn't stay home to look through want ads.
I emptied everything onto the stovetop and took a match to it. I wish our problems were as easy to get rid of as this. Apart from having to smash the frames, it's pretty easy. These days, I don't think it's even worth trying. What if one day, we both just stopped caring?
What if something really happened to her and just trashed all her stuff?