Ficlet: The Character He Played Veronica, Troy (Redone)
Ficlet: The Character He Played (Redone)
Word Count: 350ish
Characters: Veronica,Troy
Summary: She doesn't want to miss him but sometimes she does
A/N:I went back and redid some of this because it never felt right.. I like it a bit better now.. This was suppose to be a 'Veronica reflects on all the people she misses' fic but instead it turns out that in my head she only misses Troy today.. Maybe misses is the wrong word, but yeah... Not Beta'ed pretty short.
She doesn’t want to miss him, or think about him, or acknowledge his existence for that matter. She’d rather just forget he’s alive, but sometimes when she alone and its quiet his memory gets the best of her. She’s not sure, after all the time that has passed, why she still thinks about him. It’s not like she loved him, because she didn’t, and she wouldn’t have. At least she doesn’t think she would have. Sometimes she’s not even sure who he was, so how could she have loved him?
Sometimes she thinks the only reason she can’t get him out of her head is because he was the first guy she cared about after everything fell apart. He was the first guy she trusted, and even though he played her, she still can’t help but remember him. She allowed herself to open up again because of him. After Duncan she wasn’t sure that was ever possible, but somehow with him she did. She should have known it was too good to be true, but he blindsided her and she still resents him for that.
She hates that there were good times before it all ended. Days when he made her laugh, nights when he made her feel special. His sense of humor always amused her, and that little grin he wore just before he said something funny made her tingle inside. Of course, the person that made her laugh and feel again wasn’t real. She’s not even sure if anything he said he felt for her was real. The person she cared about never existed, and she thinks that’s what still hurts.
She’s not even sure who he is, who he ever was, and that bothers her for some reason. It bothers her he was able to get to her with his lies for so long. He made her care, made her want him, and even now, she misses the person she wishes he had turned out to be. In the end, she knows one thing for sure, she doesn’t miss the actor, but sometimes she misses the character he used to play.
Word Count: 350ish
Characters: Veronica,Troy
Summary: She doesn't want to miss him but sometimes she does
A/N:I went back and redid some of this because it never felt right.. I like it a bit better now.. This was suppose to be a 'Veronica reflects on all the people she misses' fic but instead it turns out that in my head she only misses Troy today.. Maybe misses is the wrong word, but yeah... Not Beta'ed pretty short.
She doesn’t want to miss him, or think about him, or acknowledge his existence for that matter. She’d rather just forget he’s alive, but sometimes when she alone and its quiet his memory gets the best of her. She’s not sure, after all the time that has passed, why she still thinks about him. It’s not like she loved him, because she didn’t, and she wouldn’t have. At least she doesn’t think she would have. Sometimes she’s not even sure who he was, so how could she have loved him?
Sometimes she thinks the only reason she can’t get him out of her head is because he was the first guy she cared about after everything fell apart. He was the first guy she trusted, and even though he played her, she still can’t help but remember him. She allowed herself to open up again because of him. After Duncan she wasn’t sure that was ever possible, but somehow with him she did. She should have known it was too good to be true, but he blindsided her and she still resents him for that.
She hates that there were good times before it all ended. Days when he made her laugh, nights when he made her feel special. His sense of humor always amused her, and that little grin he wore just before he said something funny made her tingle inside. Of course, the person that made her laugh and feel again wasn’t real. She’s not even sure if anything he said he felt for her was real. The person she cared about never existed, and she thinks that’s what still hurts.
She’s not even sure who he is, who he ever was, and that bothers her for some reason. It bothers her he was able to get to her with his lies for so long. He made her care, made her want him, and even now, she misses the person she wishes he had turned out to be. In the end, she knows one thing for sure, she doesn’t miss the actor, but sometimes she misses the character he used to play.