This is the second thing here that's been inspired by that damn song "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely" :P (the first being an EEnE fic chapter). Hey, what can I say, saddening but not completely dark songs like that inspire me. Speaking of it, if you want to get the full flavor of this, listen to it while you read it if you can. Oh yeah, hopefully soon a pic will go with this. For now, enjoy, and review if you want.
He stepped along the sidewalk, one hand in his pocket, the other cradling a pink plant. His steps were slow, reluctant, flopping, each creating a small jolt that bounced his bangs and cowlick.
That...it couldn't have happened...
Sure, he had given the plant to her, gotten the pollen to her so she wouldn't be lost. She'd given him a small, private smile, just before slipping her hand into Josh's and walking off, resting her head on his shoulder.
She went with...him...
Overhead, rainclouds started rolling in, starting to rumble with thunder. Huh. Fitting, considering his mood. He spared a soft, too-short chuckle on the brief thought of how he was living a cliché. He risked his life for his best friend, only to have her go off with the 'pretty boy.' And right on cue, it started to thunder, and lightning. And pour. People ran for shelter, jerked out umbrellas. But he kept on walking.
The streetlights glared through the rain, creating golden circles on the sidewalk, lighting his body but not his self as he passed under them. Perhaps the drooping of the flower in the weight of the rain caused him to stop under one, eyes staring out into the world.
He moved to hold the plant in both hands, cupping it at its increasingly muddying base. Water ran down his cheeks, or perhaps tears, as he closed his eyes and stared up for a moment. His hands raised over his head, and he threw the plant out in front of him as far as he could, everything inside bubbling up and ripping out of his throat in one burst of emotion.
"Why?! Tell me why I can't be there where you are!!" She went with that...guy...
The plant soared through the air, hitting the sidewalk hard, dirt and mud exploding out in all directions. The delicate pink flower wobbled once, twice, before falling over with a final flutter.
She wasn't there...Was she ever? Was she ever where he was?
She went with...him...
He fell to his knees, and cried.