Introspection

Disclaimer: I wish I owned them.

Just a little Abby angst I thought up while listening to "Come Round Soon" by SARA BAREILLES.

One too many drinks tonight and I miss you

Like you were mine…

Abby flopped onto couch with a bottle of beer in hand; she flipped on the television and scrolled through the channels. She sighed and looked at the clock, 2:46am, no wonder nothing is on. She clicked the TV off and threw the remote on the couch next to her. Taking another swig of beer she drifted off into her thoughts….

All your stormy words have barely broken

And you sound like thunder though

You've barely spoken…

Breakups, God, she felt like she was in high school again. Emotions running high, saying things she shouldn't have said. Although she certainly wasn't the only one to blame, it takes two to tango.

Oh, it looks like rain tonight and thank God

'Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right.

The rain tapped on her window and she counted the seconds betweens rumbles of thunder. 'What's the point of love anyway?' she wondered. 'What are the odds of finding the one person in the world you're supposed to be with, it's statistically impossible. I'm more of a solitary being. At least if you let yourself down you can see it coming…'

He's taken and leaving

But I keep believing

That he's gonna come round soon

(He'll come round soon I know)

You may be my final match

'Cause I chase everything when you play

Throw and I play catch

It never took much to keep me satisfied

But all the bullshit you feed me you miss me

You need me

This hungry heart will not subside

'But then again even all the animals on the ark were coupled together, two by two, and there is one thing you can't do by yourself….'

She lit a cigarette and wandered into the bedroom and looked at the pictures lined up on her dresser. Pictures of her with friends, with Eric, and of course with him. She looked different in the ones with him, happier maybe? Secure? Maybe, dare she think it, in love? Or maybe it was all an act, she couldn't even tell when she was feigning happiness anymore, a scary thought.

Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave

Like I'm just one more tortured heart

These cracks that I show as I'm watching

You go aren't tearing me apart

She climbed into bed and sank into her pillows and was engulfed with his familiar scent.

'I guess this is all just part of life, just another thing to get over. I'll add it to the list…'

The angels said I'd smile today

Well who needs angels anyway?

I could use another cigarette.

A/N: Well, was it Carter or Luka? It's up to you...