Random Hearts

Chapter One: The end of the world


Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me any more?


He rolled over, stretching an arm out to encircle her sleeping form and draw her back into his embrace, from which she had somehow slipped away from during the night. Yet instead of feeling the warm, soft skin he was expecting, all his hand hit was the cold, stark reality of the white sheets.

She wasn't there any more.

A solitary tear slipped down his cheek as he retreated into memories of happier times, as if they would somehow bring her closer to him again.

They wouldn't. She was thousands of miles away now.

And she'd left him empty. Emptier than he'd ever felt. Emptier than he'd ever imagined it was possible to feel. He didn't know what to do without her by his side.

The days blurred into one, regressing into the routine of a lonely person. Regressing to the feelings and actions he thought he'd left behind.


Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love.


Everything continued as normal. Everyone continued as normal. They missed her, but people come and go. It wasn't the end of the world.

Yet to him, it was. He missed everything about her. Her soft smile. Her gentle kisses. Her tender caress. Her small hands, massaging his shoulders after a long day at work.

Things would never be the same.

She wasn't coming back. He'd never be able to watch her sleeping beside him, knowing that she was his, knowing that there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

He couldn't understand what had driven her from him. What had caused her to make such a life-changing decision? Why had she taken away the only thing that made him happy – she'd taken herself away. And it was tearing him up inside.

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
why everything's the same as it was.
I can't understand, no I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does

Reality dragged itself into his consciousness with the harsh shrill of the alarm clock. Another day was beginning. . .

Another day without her.

He remembered the promise he'd made to her. "We're going to be okay." That was what he'd said. So what had changed? How did he miss the signs? Why didn't he know how she was feeling?

Why hadn't he tried to stop her from going?

Why was everything else still the same? He dragged himself out of bed, desperate to get away from the memories that were now suffocating him.

He turned on the shower, waiting patiently for the water to heat up. Yet with that patience came yet more memories. Their lives had seemed truly perfect. . .to him at least.

He thought he knew her so well. So why was he wondering now whether he really knew her at all?

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

The water cascaded down from above him, forming rivulets on his skin. He didn't notice the temperature, which would have seemed almost scalding to anyone else. It had to him, at first.

But that was how she'd always adjusted the temperature of the water. He didn't put up a fight, willing to put up with this unnatural temperature just to be close to her.

Now he was used to it. He instinctively showered at that temperature. It was yet another distant reminder of her. But it didn't bring her any closer. It almost served to push her further away.

Remembering what used to be so good.

He was crying now, freely. Salty tears mixing with the water. Emotions escaping, rushing into the open.

He was angry. Angry with the woman he loved more than anything in the world. Angry at her for leaving, for making him feel like this – for taking her love away from him.

She'd ripped his heart into a thousand tiny pieces. And she was the only one who understood him well enough to put those pieces back together. She was the only one able to comfort him in a situation like this.

Yet she was the one causing all this pain.

Didn't she know she'd ended his world?

Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye.


A/N: Well that was kinda different to stuff I normally write, but the idea wedged itself into a little corner of my brain and sat there yelling at me till I wrote it down.

Big thanks (big big big thanks) to Lilliana, Tammy and Kate, you guys are stars. Thanks for pointing out my ridiculous mistakes and generally giving me the courage to post this.

Insert disclaimer here Hmm. Own nothing. Mention no names. Therefore. . .(using authors twisted knowledge) breaking no laws. Oh, and the song's "The End Of The World" by Vonda Shepard.

Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think, I'm open to any suggestions, how you'd like to see the story end (although I have a few ideas already) so either review or email at surrendersomething@yahoo.co.uk