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Late
by Mareen.
I met him today.
I still can`t exactly say why or how. Just that he was there, looking at me, smirking. I hate that smirk.
No, actually I hate *him*.
I've never thought I could hate someone. But I do.
He took her away from me. Took her away from me like THIS! With a little snip of his fingers.
He only needed one damn conversation. ONE! And she was gone.
Away from her family.
Away from the Centre.
Away from me.
I love her. I really do. Maybe I should have told her that much earlier, that I love her, I mean.
Now he was faster.
When I came to her house today, ready to say it, he was already there. They must have talked the whole day, must have said things they`ve never told each other before. When she opened her door, I knew. She had that smile on her face. I don't remember her smiling like that ever before.
"I'm going with him," she said. "I have to do it. I'm sorry."
But she still had a smile on her face. If she was sorry, she didn't show it, even if she tried to.
He put his arms around her and smirked.
Oh God! All I wanted to do was smashing my fist into his face. Beat that fucking smirk out of his fucking face.
I even had flowers with me! I`d thought of it as some kind of old-fashioned kind of way to bring more romance into OUR moment of joy.
Yeah, right.
"Congrats," I said, forced a smile into my face and gave her the flowers.
Even her luggage was already beside the door.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I really am. I know how you feel."
I'm sure you do, you little son of a bitch.
I'm sure you do know how I feel.
Isn't that why they call you a Pretender?
End.
Note: Okay, how many of you already knew that it's Thomas who tells the story? *g* btw, I can assure you all that this story was born out of the deepest feeling of hate for Thomas Gates you could probably imagine. ;-)
Late
by Mareen.
I met him today.
I still can`t exactly say why or how. Just that he was there, looking at me, smirking. I hate that smirk.
No, actually I hate *him*.
I've never thought I could hate someone. But I do.
He took her away from me. Took her away from me like THIS! With a little snip of his fingers.
He only needed one damn conversation. ONE! And she was gone.
Away from her family.
Away from the Centre.
Away from me.
I love her. I really do. Maybe I should have told her that much earlier, that I love her, I mean.
Now he was faster.
When I came to her house today, ready to say it, he was already there. They must have talked the whole day, must have said things they`ve never told each other before. When she opened her door, I knew. She had that smile on her face. I don't remember her smiling like that ever before.
"I'm going with him," she said. "I have to do it. I'm sorry."
But she still had a smile on her face. If she was sorry, she didn't show it, even if she tried to.
He put his arms around her and smirked.
Oh God! All I wanted to do was smashing my fist into his face. Beat that fucking smirk out of his fucking face.
I even had flowers with me! I`d thought of it as some kind of old-fashioned kind of way to bring more romance into OUR moment of joy.
Yeah, right.
"Congrats," I said, forced a smile into my face and gave her the flowers.
Even her luggage was already beside the door.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I really am. I know how you feel."
I'm sure you do, you little son of a bitch.
I'm sure you do know how I feel.
Isn't that why they call you a Pretender?
End.
Note: Okay, how many of you already knew that it's Thomas who tells the story? *g* btw, I can assure you all that this story was born out of the deepest feeling of hate for Thomas Gates you could probably imagine. ;-)
