Stephanie Brown (
alwaysroomforhope) wrote2006-05-13 05:59 pm
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Suite 138: Augh. Or, Steph Is Emo. In a big way.
Everyone leaves.
Steph's not getting out of bed today. Not like there's any reason to, anyway. It's grey and dull outside, and grey and dull inside, and everything just sucks.
Everyone leaves, and you can't stop them, and it's always going to hurt.
No, that's not true. She is getting out of bed. Bed sucks too. Restless, irritable, dismal, she pads bare-foot out to the living room and glares at the TV's blank screen. Fictional characters never have to deal with this kind of thing. It sucks.
Because you care about everyone.
The couch is kicked over and the door to the balcony slammed open, leaving a crack spidering across the glass pane. It's cold and gusty outside today; the wind catches her hair and chills her all over. The floor's icy to her feet, and her pyjamas consist of tracksuit pants and a sports bra, but who cares? It's only weather. She's dead anyway, and people are just going to keep leaving. They always leave. What's physical cold matter?
Everyone leaves.
Even Billy. One day he'll want out, too. It's too good to last. She's too screwed up, and he's too normal, and he's a real hero, anyway, not just a wannabe like her. What's she really got to offer? Not enough to keep anyone. Just enough to catch their interest, and then get hurt by them.
Everyone.
The wind, at least, catches any tears before they fall, and whisks them away from her already chilled cheeks.
Steph's not getting out of bed today. Not like there's any reason to, anyway. It's grey and dull outside, and grey and dull inside, and everything just sucks.
Everyone leaves, and you can't stop them, and it's always going to hurt.
No, that's not true. She is getting out of bed. Bed sucks too. Restless, irritable, dismal, she pads bare-foot out to the living room and glares at the TV's blank screen. Fictional characters never have to deal with this kind of thing. It sucks.
Because you care about everyone.
The couch is kicked over and the door to the balcony slammed open, leaving a crack spidering across the glass pane. It's cold and gusty outside today; the wind catches her hair and chills her all over. The floor's icy to her feet, and her pyjamas consist of tracksuit pants and a sports bra, but who cares? It's only weather. She's dead anyway, and people are just going to keep leaving. They always leave. What's physical cold matter?
Everyone leaves.
Even Billy. One day he'll want out, too. It's too good to last. She's too screwed up, and he's too normal, and he's a real hero, anyway, not just a wannabe like her. What's she really got to offer? Not enough to keep anyone. Just enough to catch their interest, and then get hurt by them.
Everyone.
The wind, at least, catches any tears before they fall, and whisks them away from her already chilled cheeks.
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"I know it can be scary. I get scared too, sometimes. Scared you might leave me, scared you might change your mind. Scared it has all been a dream and I am just alone still. I get scared about everything and ... I cant change that. But I know this. I would rather be scared and with you then not scared and without you. I love you Stephanie and it is worth it all, even being scared."
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She hides her face in his shoulder again, gulping for air.
"It's too right. It's not - I'm - I don't want to get hurt again."
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"Steph... I love you and I wont hurt you. We may disagree, we may even argue and throw tqantrums, but I swear I will love you and talk with you and be here for you. This is real. I wont... I wont hurt you. I am not going to leave you. And I am what I appear to be; a flawed, normal guy. And I love you."
he sighs and hugs her.
"I'm not perfect. I may say stupid things, do stupid things. I may hurt you that way. But it will never be deliberate and never be something done to hurt you. I love you and you are important to me."
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She isn't going to let go, even though she still feels like she should. She - can't. Not when he's - he's Billy.
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"Then we should go well together. I am an idiot a lot of the time. And I love you. And I am not going anywhere."
he hugs her close, tight.
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"I can't - let you go." She makes herself take a deep breath, in and out, and then another. It calms her a little. "I." A sniff. "I want to push you away so you never hurt me. But I can't - I can't let go. I really love you."
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"I love you too, Steph. Truly, honestly love you. I will never hurt you. I swear. I prayn tyou never push me away, because I feel like, as long as we are together, nothing else couldhurt me, but that would."
He hugs her again, and shivers.
"God, I have never been so scared as I have been tonight... that you woujld... that you might..."
he shudders, more tears falling.
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Now she's hurting him, and it's just - selfishness, and fear, and - it doesn't make it easeir, to know that. She's still so scared.
But ...
She lifts her head to kiss him, tentatively, ready to pull back as soon as he grimaces or shifts or moves.
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::Love you.::
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- he cares. He really does. Nobody's - nobody's ever cried over her before.
She doesn't know how to make it better. She's hurt him, and she -
She doesn't know what to do.
She just - kisses him, as lovingly and eagerly and desperately as she can, and ignores the salt on their lips and the unshed tears still hiding behind her eyes.
The future is fear, and the past is misery. There's only this - there's only now.
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And sometimes? That is all you have.
FTB.