songfic part III

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Goodbye My Love, I’m Sorry, Part III

Author: Glyph
Beta duty: PD (Thanks for nagging me to “Just post the damn thing already!")
Pairing: Colin/Ryan implied
Summary: Everything ends. Even regret.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the guys, and don’t own the song. Don’t own nuffin’ but the voices in my head.
A/N: This is a song-fic based on an Alanis Morriset deep, deep track (Your House) on the ‘Jagged Little Pill’ album, about a minute after the bonus track ends. This song isn’t even listed. You have to hunt for it, but it’s haunting, beautiful, and worth the effort to find it.


So forgive me love if I cry in your shower
So forgive me love for the salt in your bed
So forgive me love if I cry all afternoon…

Colin drove cautiously, the radio and the rain providing white noise so he wouldn’t have to think too hard. After fighting the Purgatory that is “rush hour traffic” in LA all the way back to the airport, he’d pulled into the kiosk to turn his rental in and discovered his wallet was missing. A quick search of the car failed to locate it, and the only other place he’d been was…

Ryan’s.

‘Oh hell,’ he sighed, slumping in defeat. Quietly getting back in the car, Colin retraced his route back to Ryan’s. He could only hope the spare key was still hidden in the same place. Turning into the driveway he sat for a moment after he’d shut the car off, listening to the rain pound on the roof. It was going to be an even longer drive back to the airport courtesy of a small mudslide that closed three lanes of the freeway, and he’d heard on the radio that the airport was officially closed, all flights cancelled because of the storm.

He tried to swallow the ache in his throat. “I just wish I could have told him…” he whispered, hot tears burned a slow trail down his cheeks, then he sighed. Steeling himself for a very cold, wet search for the extra key, he opened the car door and darted for the front porch. He was part way through the methodical hunt for the fake rock when the kitchen light came on inside the house.

He froze in front of the window. The runoff from the roof overtopped the gutters and poured, unheeded, over his head as he saw Ryan read his note…



Silence roared in Ryan’s ears as his thoughts chased their own tail like an ourobourous. He’d missed him. Colin had come all this way to see him, to say goodbye. And he’d missed him.

The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him and he hiccuped a laugh that almost sounded like a sob. “God, I wish I’d been here,” he murmured. Tears streamed down his face, and he absently watched them land with a sharp tapping sound on the counter, then blinked in confusion.

The tapping was coming from the front door.

Ryan glanced bleary-eyed at the clock. It was almost midnight for fuck’s sake! Who the hell would come by at this time of night? And in this weather? The tapping sounded again, louder and more insistent. Whoever it was wasn’t going away.

Ryan scrubbed a sleeve across his face with a frown, made his way to the door and tugged it open as the clock chimed twelve.

Hello love.
I love you so love.
Meet me at midnight…

Fin
Merry Christmas Everybody!