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The Fragile Heart: Chapter 3 [Jul. 28th, 2007|11:55 pm]
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Title: The Fragile Heart
Author: To(me)a
Rating: R

Two weeks ago

Faith was running. Tears fell away from her cheeks like raindrops. Her eyes were swollen, and she did not see or care who she ran into. All she cared about was getting away from Mchael as far as she could.

Faith and Michael had been together for six months. She was an aspiring novelist, he was an aspiring musician who went to art school. She didn’t know two people who were ever happier together. He was her love, her life; they were inseparable.

Then things started getting shaky in the two months. His grades were dropping, and her novel was getting rejected. Something that was supposed to keep them together tore them apart, and that night, Michael had finally declared them done.

Faith stopped in the middle of the now quiet sidewalk, catching her breath as she bent down on her knees, and her raven black hair falling over her face. By then, she was already lost, immersed in her own sadness, devastation, hopelessness…

Then she heard a loud cry of frustration, as though someone was being angry for her. Tears still falling down, she looked up and saw a young man with blonde spiked hair, about her age, a few feet away from her. His anger was getting the best of him, as he was knocking things over, kicking a random empty can off the curb of the street. His chest heaving, he stopped suddenly, realizing that someone was watching him.

He turned around and met eyes with her, his intense brown eyes connecting with her trembling green ones. They both stood there in silence for a while, staring at each other, either of them expecting the other to say something, but at the same time, understanding the silence.

Chills ran down her spine. For a moment there, she had forgotten where she was running from, and why she was doing it. It was just the two of them, no one or nothing surrounding them.

He took a step forward, and she gasped and took a step back. His eyes softened now, after examining her tear-stricken face.

“Tom! Tom!” came a voice. Another young man with short, ginger brown hair ran out of the building in front of them. He was looking worried as well. “Are you okay, mate? Fletch is having a mad fit right now…”

But Tom couldn’t take his eyes off her. The other man turned to look at her as well.

Now it was getting uncomfortable. After finally breaking the stare, she walked on, walking past them and avoiding eye contact, though feeling Tom’s pair of eyes on the back of her neck.

She knew who he was: Tom Fletcher from McFly; the other one was Harry Judd. She always respected him, with his guitar skills, his nice voice… but at that moment, she didn’t care, or at least tried not to..

And after that strange yet comforting encounter, she hoped that she wouldn’t cross paths with him again.

But she did.

One week ago

“Rejected, again!” Faith said one morning, dropping a thick stack of paper onto the front counter of a local coffee shop. “Rejected, Erin!”

Erin frowned at her at the opposite side of the counter, taking a break from arranging the cash register money.

“Is my writing that bad?” Faith asked.

Erin scoffed. “Are you kidding? Your writing is some of the best I’ve seen in forever!”

A pout formed on Faith’s lips. “You’re only saying that as my roommate and best friend.”

“Don’t discourage yourself too much. You’ll make it.”

Faith watched as Erin walked to the pastry shelves and picked out a muffin to eat. She had short, blonde hair and wore glasses, and always looked on the bright side of life. What Faith would do without her, she didn’t know.

“I’m going to sit at my table and brainstorm,” said Faith, and moved to the little two-seater table, pulling out her pocket notebook to stare at the empty lined pages.

What now? Did she want to edit the whole novel, seeing as there was nothing wrong with it; or did she just want to start off a clean slate?

She spent half an hour staring at the blank page, putting the tip of her pen on the paper, her mind searching for an idea, but only remembering Michael and his many false promises… Michael’s haunting laughter, Michael’s anger towards her, all playing in her head over and over and over until—

“A cappuccino for you, love,” said Erin, standing over her. She placed a mug in front of Faith from a tray she held underneath. Then she leaned down to whisper in a hushed voice. “And I know you’re not ‘looking for anyone’ right now, but there’s one fit boy who’s been staring at you since he walked in, sitting at the counter right now.”

His back was turned as he sat, sipping his coffee, but I knew by the color of his hair, the same physical structure…

“No,” Faith said immediately, turning away from him, ignoring the chills.

“He looked like such a lonely man,” said Erin.

“No. I can’t! Not him.”

“Why not?”

He got up after the last sip, and walked toward the exit. Faith’s eyes followed his path, but didn’t say anything.

“Men are selfish beings, Erin,” said Faith. “They only want what’s best for themselves, and leave women to rot at the end. In that case, let them all be lonely.”

At least, that’s what Michael was to her.

“Come on, not all men are Michaels,” said Erin. “Look, tomorrow night my friend is throwing a party after his friends’ gig. You wanna come?”

“I’m not in the mood to celebrate.”

“Come on, Faye! It’ll take your mind off of things. You know you need it. It’ll be fun.”

After a moment’s silence, Faith said, “Okay. I’ll go.”

Erin smiled and walked back to the register, attending to more customers, and Faith looked at the door, where Tom had just exited. It was a surprise that he came to this coffee shop, seeing that Faith had never seen him set foot in it before. Did it mean something? Was it supposed to?

Faith closed the notebook and set it on the table. She knew she was going to the party, although not knowing that going to it would change her life forever.

From: applelipgl0ss
2007-07-29 07:49 am (UTC)
djkagkldjafghjfkdlahenfwfmaoefosmwkneaijvg aw faith. :[

lkdjaglkjafhjkdlfagfkljaf i'm torn?
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[User Picture]From: pwned_spit
2007-07-29 01:46 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: boxthestars
2007-08-04 09:36 am (UTC)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh i didn't read this until just now because it's been sitting in a tab for forever lol
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