Fic: Shattered

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 Hey everyone,
Wow...havent been here in a while but decided to throw this (rather lame) little fic together

Title: Shattered
Pairing/s: Josie/Ryan Ryan/Pat
Rating: erm..not sure of the rating...there isnt any bad stuff i swear
Summary: He's going...gone
No copyright intended :) i dont own them or their lives

Comments are love <3 (go easy on me im a bit rusty)

 

Shattered

Twelve ’O clock train. That’s the one he's getting. And I have no say in the matter, just because I’m a woman. It’s funny as he is leaving for another woman, none other than my supposed best friend Pat.

He has to leave. A job promotion has come up and I can’t go with him. I hoped that he would not to leave. Down on my knees, on the stone cold floor, I begged. Grasping his warm hands, praying for a small slimmer of hope to arrive, that he would lift me up and he would vow to stay. How wrong I was. He reluctantly held the tips of my fingers refusing to look me in the eye. My world ripped to shreds when he let me go, my heart shattering as I fell to the floor. How could his job be more important?

I don’t understand this. My life was going to be perfect. We had spent hours planning our future. I had always wanted a fairytale ending whereas Pat wasn’t interested.

"Why tie yourself down? We should be independent women for as long as we live..." those were her words. She didn’t want children, she didn't want a husband, no commitment whatsoever.

I used to be so jealous of Pat. Perfect skin, sparkling blue eyes and long, flowing blond hair. Every man's dream girl. I thought I'd gone to heaven when Ryan said he had fallen for me. I had finally been noticed, I was finally the pretty one for once. We were going to get married, buy a large cottage in the quiet country with a golden orchard in the garden which would grow the sweetest apples in the village. Then we would become parents; make a small swing out of one of the apple trees for our child. Ryan and I would watch them swing in the breeze as the sun set, glowing a deep auburn colour behind them in the distance.

We made a scrapbook of our future. Cut pictures of country houses out of the newspaper, wrote down baby names. I remember one night we did another page and settled on the balcony to watch the moon. I shivered and at an instant warm, comforting arms encircled my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder gently. We stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity until he moved so that his breath was tickling my ear.

"I love you..." he whispered. It made me shudder with happiness. But the odds of me hearing him uttering the words in my ear ever again were very unlikely.

We’re driving to the station in silence. I’ve never felt emptier in my heart. Every few minutes he kept looking at his watch, irritated. We finally reach the station after a painstaking journey. I look up to the platform to see a figure standing there, waiting. It's her, Pat. She's grinning at me, what on earth for? Ryan and I step out of the car, I make my way to the boot of the car to help him with his bags but he gently grasps my wrist.

"It’s alright…I’ll get them. You get in the drivers seat. Ready to go home…" I clambered into the seat, numb. I wind down the window slowly, waiting for him to come and say goodbye. I look back and see him haul a suitcase out of the boot. That’s not his suitcase…that one has flowers on it.

Ryan strolled past the car without even a glance at me, carrying the flowery suitcase and his own. He was on the platform now stood in front of Pat. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I watch Ryan press his lips tenderly to hers.

That's when it hit me. Pat wasn’t waiting to say goodbye to him too…she was going with him. She wanted to see the distraught look on my face when he arrived carrying their belongings. This is painful to watch but I can't seem to move. The train is pulling into the station. Ryan picks up their luggage jumping onto a carriage. Pat sneers at me before following in his footsteps. I'm finally released from my trance just as the guard blows the whistle.

I scream his name at the top of my lungs, so loud I make myself choke on my tears. I run to the stairs leading to the platform. It's too late; the train has disappeared into a cloud of smoke. He's out of my life, yes. Out of my mind? Never.