Rating: 4 stars. Oh, wait...PG I guess.
Disclaimer: Roswell is Jason's. The song is "Letting the Cables Sleep" by Bush, therefore it is not mine.
Soundtrack: Any slow songs by Bush.
Summary: A forbidden late night encounter. Another of my two-day vignettes.
you in the dark you in the pain you on the run
living a hell living your ghost living your end
I can't sleep. I lie unwillingly awake, staring at the ceiling, ignoring the reason for my insomnia. She's out there, restless. I can feel it. The thought of her energizes me, any hope I had of sleep has now disappeared. I wrestle with myself, do I go tonight like I have so many nights before? The temptation tears at me, and once again I cannot resist.
never seem to get in the place that i belong
don't want to lose the time
lose the time to come
I stand on the balcony, watching her toss and turn. Her normally peaceful, smiling face is replaced by a tortured grimace, her lips move as if she trying to say something to someone who isn't there. She rolls over, kicks off her sheets. In the summer heat, she only wears a black bra and panties, and still perspiration beads on her soft skin. The night is warm around me as I watch through her window. Loneliness slowly suffocates me.
whatever you say it's alright
whatever you do it's all good
whatever you say it's alright
Even if she knew, could she ever understand? Ever care? If she knew the endless number of nights I'd spent out here, gazing through her window, wondering, would it make a difference? I can't keep thinking about this.
silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
if heaven is on the way
She tosses and turns, haunted by an unknown dream. I wonder if she ever thinks about me. She murmurs gently in her sleep, I can't make out the words. Her back arches and her fingers tangle in the blankets.
I can hear her whisper and moan.
"Michael..."
you in the sea on a decline breaking the waves
watching the lights go down
letting the cables sleep
I can't help it. I have to go to her. She said my name. I have to. I have to.
I reach her window and pause. She moans again.
I climb through the window.
She thrashes wildly against the pillows. "Michael..."
My hand unconciously reaches for her. I lean forward and the floor creaks.
I stop breathing.
Her eyes open the tiniest bit, she blinks groggily, then smiles dreamily. She reaches for me and I move closer to her.
"Michael..." she murmurs, then pulls me toward her and kisses me. It's a soft, exploring kiss, and it's makes my insides ache with want. She pulls back, and once again I am lost.
Another dream-sweet smile, then she falls back to her pillow and closes her eyes.
silence is not the way
we need to talk about it
if heaven is on the way
we'll wrap the world around it
if heaven is on the way
I back away slowly, no longer sure of anything but that she dreams of me. I remind myself to breathe.
I'm out the window in moments, resisting the urge to run and jump and fly. She sighs again, and I pause.
"Goodnight, Liz."
The whisper is lost to the darkness, I close my eyes and breathe it in. I know now, I know. Sleep will no longer evade me. I have reason, I have memory, at last, I have peace.
i'm a stranger in this town
The End