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Title: In The End
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: EssGeeWun
Category: Angst
Pairing: None, Really
Summary:
Did we really expect a happy ending?
Rating: Age Friendly
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where
so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them.
Song’s not mine either.
Author’s notes: For Jia, who was promised fic but probably didn’t expect this.
It’s short, it’s pointless, but I hope you like it anyway.
Date: 31/12/05 (Just!)
Copyright © to Venom,
2005
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My heart can’t possibly break
When it wasn’t even whole to start with
Because Of
You
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“I’m sorry.”
“You did what you thought was right.”
She wonders.
9 years of holding back, of shutting her feelings up in a dark corner of her mind to be forgotten. So many missed opportunities.
So many times that they were so near yet so far. “But was it right?”
“It was for you.”
“You
don’t agree?” She finds herself hoping that he understands. Sam always thought that he understood her reasoning,
that he agreed. He had, after all, essentially left the decision up to her.
There was never any pressure for anything
more from him. Gentle undertones of affection, barely disguised desire and heated looks, but never any demands. Nothing was
ever said, but he could always convey everything to her in a look.
She knew that he loved her.
Sam doesn’t
remember when she first knew that, she can never pinpoint it, but that constant has stayed with her for years now and she’s
treasured it silently, waiting with bated breath for the day that she could return the honest looks.
“I think
you know me well enough to answer that question on your own, Carter.”
Of course I do, she thinks angrily.
There is a petulant 4-year-old child within her, waiting to burst into life and scream at the unfairness of it all. Finally,
she is ready. Her reasons for waiting that she has held on to like a security blanket have faded away, leaving her staring
into deep brown eyes, holding her breath in hope that she didn’t put this, them, off for too long.
He has given
no sign of returning the sentiment.
An irrational part of her wonders if she was damaged goods from the start. When
he first met her, did he see the line of emotional baggage that she towed behind her? Could he see the scars that lined her
soul and tainted her heart? But he has scars too and baggage that rivals her own.
He is looking at her, unwilling to
speak. It hurts that he wont open himself up to her now, but she knows that she has hurt him enough over the years to warrant
his reluctance.
Sam does a quick internal search for the courage that brought her here, to him, doesn’t find
it and starts speaking anyway. “What happens now?”
“We get on with our lives.”
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End
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