Author: Borrowed Twenties PM
The heroes may have gone through lives of adventure, but now that they've moved on, all that remain are the shattered hearts. JxT, AxA. The last chapter on Archie is up.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,510 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 05-21-08 - Published: 05-06-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4239963
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Time to recreate the legend that I actually write seriously angsty, emotional fics! I'm bringing back something I hope will be somewhat angsty enough to be called angsty. Today, I also wrote an outline for my Theresa story (NOT COTT, my own created story) and it was super angsty, emotional and sweet. Hopefully I repeat that same angstiness in this fic...?
Disclaimer: I don't own Class of the Titans, but I would if I could.(:
Shattered Hearts - Theresa
She gazed out of the window, the bleary day making her yawn tiredly. Rain was pouring down heavily, and the sound of the rain droplets falling was loud, yet beautiful and magnificient. It fell, as heavy as sleet, and the skies were overcast and dark, as though it was already night, when it was, in actual fact, sometime near evening.
She sighed, her hand automatically moving to the necklace that she wore, a sad smile stretching across her beautiful features. Without looking down, she remembered that valuable necklace - it was a silver heart, sleek and smooth, and it was cool to the touch. It was beautiful, yet cold - as though what had once lived in that was now dead, all remnants washed away by this pouring rain. The coolness of the metal made her bite her lip in the remembrance of her love that used to be. But now, it had flowed down the drain, never to be seen again, just like the relentless rain.
She remained silent, a wistful gaze still aimed at the coldness outside the window, the outside world. She was in her father's cattle ranch. Yes, her father owned a cattle ranch, and they were filthy rich, and she was the only child. But still, money couldn't grant one happiness, and neither could it bring her joy, nor fill her with that empowering love that used to fill every inch of her body. Now, only an empty ache remained.
Once again, she was left alone in this cold, unforgiving world, where no one bothered about you anymore. Well, of course, with the exception of her good friends, who once in a blue moon gave her a call to chat about the latest happenings in her life. And when they called, she would feel happy, of course, yet not extremely so, as she knew the one she had loved the most had already thrust her into the forgotten corner of his mind, the place that was dark, chilling and cruel, where loneliness lurked. She would pretend to be the happy, joyous teenager they had always knew her to be, and put on that mask she had learned to always hide behind, to mask that the hurts and the skeletons beneath.
Time and time again, she had been left to fend for herself, alone in the world. Her mother had passed away when she was just seven, and she had cried for many days and nights when that had happened. Suddenly, it was just her and her father alone in her world. She had tried to forget all her sorrows, to cast aside the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her again, but it was impossible, just impossible. There was nearly nothing left for her to live for except her dad - her mum was closer to her than her dad would ever be to her; although her dad and her were extremely close, they shared a bond nothing like she and her mum did before her mum had passed away.
Before that, she had to endure the pain of seeing her mother being diagnosed of lung cancer when she was just six, and had to watch, feeling sick, as her mother cried when she thought of loosing her dear daughter and her beloved husband, since was already at the stage when she couldn't look back. Her mother had been a great woman, one of charity and sincerity, and had always been known to help others, and she was sure that she wanted to follow her mother's footsteps. Yet, before she could emulate her biggest role model in all history, her "idol" passed on without her, leaving her feeling empty and grey.
And then right when she reached sixteen, her father had somehow turned from the kind, loving, nurturing dad into the crazed workaholic. Everyday, it was non-stop work, late nights and work, work, work. Sometimes she wondered where that dad she had loved so much had went to, had he been kidnapped by aliens and replaced by a fraud, she would never know. And now everything was lost, it had been all stolen away from her in a twinkling of an eye - first, death had seized her mum, and now career consumed her dad.
As she bitterly recalled of her past, she was wordlessly fingering that necklace. That special necklace that he had given her.
Solitary, lonely and lost, she had stumbled onto a certain someone and had slowly fallen in love with him.
In her fading hope, she had fallen head-over-heels in love with him, and was impossibly lost everytime she gazed into his mesmerising brown eyes, or see that cute grin that he gave her - maybe she had thought at that time, that grin was meant just for her.
Maybe it was only wishful thinking on her part that she could finally belong somewhere, but she had never dared to give up hope that one day he would, indeed, confess that he too loved her. But she had waited for nearly eternity, and nothing came.
And then, it happened.
He had confessed his love for her, and told her how much he meant to her.
And they had started going out.
They had their fun moments, the occasional quarrel and hugs, as well as a fair amount of kisses, and she had been completely contented then, happy with life and filled with a misleading illusion that he'd stay forever, and forever, and forever.
And when they finally sent Cronus into Tartarus, she thought it would be paradise - no more "crime-fighting" and more chilling out. He wouldn't have to freak so much over the evil god, and they would be able to spend more time together.
But on one rainy day, he had come home, hair dripping wet and completely soaked as he had run in the rain, since he had not taken an umbrella that day.
However, a smile was on his face, bright and unwavering, although he was sneezing the daylights out of himself.
And before she could even ask, he proclaimed that he had been accepted into the college of his choice, and that he would be going to the U.S. to get a degree in the Arts, and maybe go on to take Economy too, or become an editor, or... There were so many possibilities, he had gushed, and she had never seen him that excited and eager before. Deflating a little as he seemed to forget the fact that she'd be left behind, she pointed that out.
A sad look had immediately written itself on his handsome face, and a guilty one, as well, for forgetting her.
He had promised to write at least every week, and she had known him to be a keeper of promises, one whom she could trust. She had immediately given him her dad's address, whose cold and unfeeling house she would be moving back into, right before he'd left for the US and they'd both left the dorm. He had promised, and in doing so, broke her heart, which was already so badly in need of repair that he had sent it shattering, crashing, destroying it and making it irrepairable, beyond repair.
Perhaps it had been a fling for him; after all, they'd only dated for less than a year before they had to separate, and a handful of months wasn't exactly very long. A fling, yes, it had been, for him - he was handsome, definitely, and lots of girls were attracted to him. Who knows, it was entirely possible that on his trip to the US he had met a bimbotic blondie and conveniently forgotten about her, not even bothering to break up with her.
Tears sprung to her eyes as she dropped the cold pendant back onto her neck, remembering that she'd never even received one letter. 39696 Kings Street, Halls Ranch, Canada 242444. Was it that hard to just write her a simple letter, even a break-up letter, and send it to that address? Did it really inconvenience him that greatly? If not, why was it he had so cold-heartedly thrown her aside like an worn, useless rag doll that he had enough playing with?
She would never know the reason.
And she had no wish to know why.
For now he was well and truly gone and far from contacting, and she had already long given up on receiving his letter. But then why was it she would dash to the letterbox every morning in search and anticipation of a letter from him? She had never known. Why place her hope on a guy who would never write?
All of them had left her, failed her, one by one, and he was no exception.
Her heart was shattered...
And it could never be repaired.
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