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Title: when it rains on this side of town
Author: broken__records
Pairing/Character: Tyra Collette
Rating: K+
Word Count: 297
Summary: She learned the hard way that you can't just look up at the sky and find happiness. Short reflective Tyra fic. No spoilers.
Author's Note: First FNL fic. :/ Title from When It Rains by Paramore.
When the sun sets in Dillon, everything suddenly turns quiet and when she was a girl she liked to think that it was because everyone was stopping to look up at all the colors in the sky. Because she thought they were beautiful and thought everyone else should think so too because maybe then they could all be happy. But she found out soon enough that it doesn‘t really work that way.
Here mama told her she was silly for thinking such a thing, that people in Dillon were too busy with football and everyone else’s personal business to be thinking about the sky. She’d laugh and say, “Listen, baby, ain’t nobody looking up at the sky to see colors. If anything, they’re looking up to watch them big, bright lights come on. That’s where those people find happiness.”
Those people, her mama said. And so she felt different from everyone else because she didn’t care about the lights or any of that, because she didn’t find anything when she looked up at them.
She kept trying though. Watching the games through the static on their old, busted TV while her mama drank and looked through the want ads. Watching from the living room window as her sister made out with the Panthers’ starting running back in the bed of his truck. Eight years old and thinking maybe that’s where that happiness was found.
But all she found there was a loneliness she learned she could pass off as independence.
She learned the hard way that you can’t just look up at the sky and find happiness. She learned the hard way that even if you could find it there, nobody really ever bothered taking the time to look up anyway.
So eventually she stopped looking up.
Author: broken__records
Pairing/Character: Tyra Collette
Rating: K+
Word Count: 297
Summary: She learned the hard way that you can't just look up at the sky and find happiness. Short reflective Tyra fic. No spoilers.
Author's Note: First FNL fic. :/ Title from When It Rains by Paramore.
When the sun sets in Dillon, everything suddenly turns quiet and when she was a girl she liked to think that it was because everyone was stopping to look up at all the colors in the sky. Because she thought they were beautiful and thought everyone else should think so too because maybe then they could all be happy. But she found out soon enough that it doesn‘t really work that way.
Here mama told her she was silly for thinking such a thing, that people in Dillon were too busy with football and everyone else’s personal business to be thinking about the sky. She’d laugh and say, “Listen, baby, ain’t nobody looking up at the sky to see colors. If anything, they’re looking up to watch them big, bright lights come on. That’s where those people find happiness.”
Those people, her mama said. And so she felt different from everyone else because she didn’t care about the lights or any of that, because she didn’t find anything when she looked up at them.
She kept trying though. Watching the games through the static on their old, busted TV while her mama drank and looked through the want ads. Watching from the living room window as her sister made out with the Panthers’ starting running back in the bed of his truck. Eight years old and thinking maybe that’s where that happiness was found.
But all she found there was a loneliness she learned she could pass off as independence.
She learned the hard way that you can’t just look up at the sky and find happiness. She learned the hard way that even if you could find it there, nobody really ever bothered taking the time to look up anyway.
So eventually she stopped looking up.