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One foot in front of the other. Keep moving. Don't look back.
It's a familiar mantra... the same as the last time I left this place. I force myself forward, hiding my face from the assistant as he loads the huge box into the back of the car. The last pieces of Rebecca, finally taken off the shoulders of Gideon Craine.
Don't look back.
Oh no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
Oh no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done.
You knew this wouldn't go well. What did you expect him to do? Congratulate you? Wish you well? Of course he was going to be cruel. Of course he would call you names and lash out. Wouldn't you? You did this. And you accept the consequences.
That damned ghoul is still watching the car. I pull away, forcing back the sobs that try to rip themselves from within me. Keep moving.
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.
I don't make it far. A few blocks at most before I pull over and wrap myself around the steering wheel. How can it still hurt this much? We've broken one another's hearts a hundred times in a hundred different ways. Why the hell doesn't it get any easier?
My mind keeps replaying the conversation. We both said things... cruel things. Hurtful things. Maybe we even meant them. None of that is new. But this time...
Funny how such a little thing can cause so much pain. How can one little pipe being crushed on a floor make me want to wretch with sobs now? It's just a thing. At least that's what I tell myself. But I know it isn't true. It was much more than that. And it's shattering is much more than dust on a floor.
Oh no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble.
"I don't think of you as an enemy. Obviously we move in similar circles, and we'll just have to deal with that... But I'm done with you. Consider this the final note in a score that should have ended in Coney Island."
My eyes flicker to the box visible in the rear view mirror. My mind remembers that shattered pipe. And I know that whatever comes now, he means those words. Maybe we can build something... a friendship, something. Maybe someday we'll learn how not to wound each other. Maybe.
But not now.
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.
It's a familiar mantra... the same as the last time I left this place. I force myself forward, hiding my face from the assistant as he loads the huge box into the back of the car. The last pieces of Rebecca, finally taken off the shoulders of Gideon Craine.
Don't look back.
Oh no, I see,
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
Oh no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done.
You knew this wouldn't go well. What did you expect him to do? Congratulate you? Wish you well? Of course he was going to be cruel. Of course he would call you names and lash out. Wouldn't you? You did this. And you accept the consequences.
That damned ghoul is still watching the car. I pull away, forcing back the sobs that try to rip themselves from within me. Keep moving.
I never meant to cause you trouble,
And I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.
I don't make it far. A few blocks at most before I pull over and wrap myself around the steering wheel. How can it still hurt this much? We've broken one another's hearts a hundred times in a hundred different ways. Why the hell doesn't it get any easier?
My mind keeps replaying the conversation. We both said things... cruel things. Hurtful things. Maybe we even meant them. None of that is new. But this time...
Funny how such a little thing can cause so much pain. How can one little pipe being crushed on a floor make me want to wretch with sobs now? It's just a thing. At least that's what I tell myself. But I know it isn't true. It was much more than that. And it's shattering is much more than dust on a floor.
Oh no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble.
"I don't think of you as an enemy. Obviously we move in similar circles, and we'll just have to deal with that... But I'm done with you. Consider this the final note in a score that should have ended in Coney Island."
My eyes flicker to the box visible in the rear view mirror. My mind remembers that shattered pipe. And I know that whatever comes now, he means those words. Maybe we can build something... a friendship, something. Maybe someday we'll learn how not to wound each other. Maybe.
But not now.
Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
Although I never meant to do you harm.