Suite 138: Augh. Or, Steph Is Emo. In a big way.

[alwaysroomforhope]

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.

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[alwaysroomforhope]

She flinches, a little, because she still - just can't believe that. It's not possible. It doesn't make any sense.

"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."

[withamagicword]

hew draws in a breath in surprise and then hugs her again.

"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.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She wanted to. But she couldn't say it then, and she can't say it now. She shifts one hand to his face, and then brings it away, startled at the tears; and her own face crumples a little more.

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.

[withamagicword]

He feels her hand with surprise and is even more surprised when she kisses him, but he kisses her back, softly, hungrily.

::Love you.::

[alwaysroomforhope]

It's - she can taste her tears, and his, too, and -

- 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.

[withamagicword]

And the kissing is good, and holding is good... and now, now is good.

And sometimes? That is all you have.

FTB.