Finally Happy
By
Withnail K
Category:
M/M
Spoilers:
could be set anywhere after season one, to after the series ended, it’s all up
to whoever’s reading it really…
Disclaimer:
Yes, I am a sad owner of nothing worth mentioning
Authors
note: very short fic, just my spin on things…
It’s
a hot, sweltery night that smells like sweat and dank heat. The lithe blonde
girl is swaying gently to the music that ricochets of the perspiring tin walls
as she pours a beer expertly from the tap. With a flick of her wrist the stream
stops. She hands the glass to a tall non-descript guy with glasses and a large
black tattoo on each arm. “
Another
transaction, another minute of her day.
She
walks home, even though she knows the streets aren’t safe. She walks home
because she likes the cool feel of the early morning air on her skin. She has
class early tomorrow, then a gig tomorrow night with her band. It’s not
instant fame, but it’s real and it’s doing things her way.
Something
she never thought she’d do.
She
does think about him, but it’s not the same now. She used to associate
thoughts of him with a rancid heavy red stone of hurt in her chest, but the ache
dulled, and then just went away.
When
she thinks of him now it’s with a slight tinge of melancholy that’s a deep
purple colour, like a bruise. Purple melancholy and a cool blue sense of relief.
She escaped, she got out, she can be herself in her own world.
Liz
will never have that.
She
may be alone. When she wakes up in the night with an ache between her legs there
is no one to take it away. When she’s sick there’s no one to bring her soup.
When she’s tired and sick at the world there’s no one to wrap their arms
around her. She doesn’t have someone to hold, to kiss, to curl up next to on
the couch at night. She’s alone, all alone.
And
she’s happy with that.
I
know how she looks. She gave up on love and in a world of valentines and
romantic comedies, and how can that be a good thing?
She
left the man who still thinks about her, she turned her back on her one true
love.
Only
really, she didn’t. You may think she’s selfish, or stupid, or just plain
fooling herself, but you see, she knows better.
She
knows that she will never have someone tell her to shut up with a look of
exasperation that cuts her to the core.
She
will never feel someone flinch away from her touch again.
She
will never watch the person who means the most to her go blank in the face when
she’s talking about her day.
She
will never be told something’s “more important then you and me and our
stupid relationship” again when her whole world has been sliced open like a
rotted carcass.
She
won’t have to feel like she’s a mistake, an afterthought, dust clinging to
the soles of his shoes.
Instead
she feels brave, and loved, and capable of anything.
She
sings in the shower, and she talks way too much
And
most of all, she’s finally happy.