...I'm back. Again. I was sick. Again. This is beginning to get old ne?
OMG!
Anne Packrat! I absolutely love your stories! *gushes like a fangirl*
Sorry
Nir & Amethyst...again, taken down by the Junior year stress-induced disease. I missed you a lot.
I hope I didn't miss the summer festival though. *sigh*
So...how many entries are there currently in my Twilight comp?
Paca...I liked the Shakespearean analysis. Mind if I copy it to my blog? (BTW, I might make an analysis of my own.)
Oh yeah...and guys, do you mind? I wrote this fic...it's a pseudo romance in which I pull Roy and Riza into the real world in the form of an org or something.
Please read...leave comments.
Hanging By A MomentIt’s good to have you back, Hawkeye. The nickname, gleaned from an anime, seemed familiar to her ears, her brown eyes widened slightly as a response to it.
My feelings exactly. She nodded and her ponytail bounced a little.
I, we…we’ve really missed you back at the office. The stutter she obviously brushed off as clumsiness, knowing that once upon a time she had been the one to watch after that, that clumsiness. She never did comment on it.
Did you like it…over there? The question hung, unanswered. She shook her head slightly.
I missed this place, the people. The atmosphere. The speed and dreams of that faction could only interest me for awhile. I do have some habits though, from back there. I hope you don’t mind them. She said calmly, fluffing her hair. She was different now, more grown-up yet maybe less frigid. It was as if the relief of returning to where she felt she belonged had given her some temporary state of warmth.
Hey, if it lets me get away with slacking once in awhile, why not? She rolled her eyes and shook her head again. Her smile, however, was friendly.
Not a chance.So how’s it been then? Posed with genuine concern, masked with a layer of cool. She smiled, shrugging, a gesture she never used to toy with before.
Fine. The atmosphere was too cold. I was altogether ignored and my efforts to make contact were brushed aside. It was insulting, to a point. She said, not concerned that what she was saying could be considered libel.
Well…you’ll never get that here, Hawkeye, I can assure you of that. She laughed, hearing the old nickname repeated again.
Must you still call me that? She asked. A shrug was the response.
It used to suit you…I think it still will.Oh? How so? She raised an eyebrow, an inquisitive gesture.
Well…it just did. The moment of almost-swallowed pride still stands there. This entire conversation is hanging by a moment, the moment it would take for all the things left unsaid when she left. Now she was back, there was another chance to say them.
Only not now, not now.
“I suppose you should get resettled…” I trailed off, unable to think of how to continue. She nodded.
“Yes, I will. Thank you, Chase.” Her smile will be something to get used to. It won’t make anything any easier, but it’s a welcome change.
“Welcome back, Nicole.” Now’s the time to say it! Now’s the time. But I shut my mouth and walked away. I turned around and waved, she waved back…with a bit of hesitation. It was as if she was waiting for me to say something.
Perhaps she was. If so, I really did blow it. Everything I wanted to say was hanging by a moment and I never cut it loose. She left before I found the courage…and I gathered it because I never expected her to return. But now she’s back.
Thank you for standing behind me, even when I seemed impossible. Thank you for believing in me, even when it all seemed improbable. Thank you for everything…I love you. Please don’t leave me again.I shrugged my shoulders and entered my office, slamming the door behind me. In a second she came to my door, with sugared coffee and smoldering eyes, her customary scolding. It was then I realized how badly I had missed her, how disappointed I was in myself.
But I couldn’t say anything. Everything was still hanging by a moment…but I couldn’t let it go.
FinWeeell...that's about it.
XOXO,
Stormie