Rue's skin was pale and flakey, her eyes were dull and grey. Her hair was long and stringy, and she always looked like she was about to burst into tears. She hadn't talked for days, if not weeks, and every second without her beloved seemed to be hours of torture, hours of sorrow, hours of agony.
Rue sighed heavily, not feeling the warm, sticky tears that made their way down her face, getting her shirt wet. She knew his for 3 years. That's it. Then, she doesn't know how, he just... died. Maybe a werewolf attack. Maybe another vampire attacked him. She would never know, and just that slowly would eat her away, inside out. It took her some time to realize she would never see his smile again, never hear his laughter, never... smell his smell again. He was gone, and she couldn't bear it.
Rue swallowed a lump in her throat, starting to sing, her voice shaky, and unsure. "..And when I see you.... I really see you upside down... But my brain know better, and it turns you around..... Turns you aroouund... turns you around.... and if you feel discouraged, that there's a lack of color..... here...... please, don't worry lover...... it's really bursting at the seams....Absorbing everything, The spectrum's a to z...this is fact, not fiction ....for the first time in years..... and all the girls in every girlie magazine, can't make me feel any less alone.... I'm reaching for the phone, to call at 7:03... and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home..... But I know it's too late, I should have given you a reason to stay..... given you a reason to stay ....." She sang quietly, wiping tears off her face.
Rue sat on the piano stool, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. She gave up, and rubbed her eyes. Her head hurt, her stomach hurt- everything hurt. Especially her heart. She clutched her chest, looking at the far side of the wall, where her portrait by Jay hung up, but seeing that made everything worse. She choked down sobs, rushing over to the wall, clutching the picture to her chest, looking at it, remembering the day he gave it to her.
"Thanks..." Jay dragged her into his room and over to his bed. He then let go of her hand and tore the picture out of his sketch book carefully before turning and giving it to her, "Do'ya like it?"
She smiled, tracing her finger along the lines of the wolf, that was her. "Jay...." She whispered longingly, shaking her head.
Rue hummed quietly, letting her eyes close, and before she knew it, she fell fast asleep.
Rue's eyes slowly opened, and she rubbed the 'eye-boogies' out of her face, yawning. She sat up, streching, smacking her lips, still half-way asleep. She reached for her phone, and called Jay, let it ring, and listened to his voicemail. She sighed, and waiting for the beep. Beep. "Hi, Jay. I know you're dead, but I just want to tell you how much I miss you. Why did you have to die all of a sudden? Why, Jay? What happened? Why did I leave you for that crappy tree-house thing? Why? I guess this is partly my fault.... Jay, I miss you.... so..... much. I love you.... alot..... bye." She pressed the red end button, and flipped her phone closed.
This is what happens when you listen to 'A Lack of color' by Death Cab for Cutie too much, lol. Hope you all enjoy my little picture/sob story. x]
