Fic: All or Nothing (1/?)
Title: All or Nothing (1/?)
Author: totallytamara
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t know any of the people portrayed in this story, therefore I don’t own them, either. This wasn’t written in the spirit of offending anyone, it was written for the sake of creativity. I’m not making any money from this; it’s just for fun!
Summary: As the words left her mouth and Katy looked into his eyes, Kris wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. Kris was fairly certain everything would not be okay. Although, he’d never say it out loud.
Notes: Hi! So I was sitting in bed the other night, and this idea somehow wrote itself into my notebook. I have no idea where it came from, but I kind of like what came out of it, so I thought I’d post it here for you all to read. I’m not sure if this’ll be a multi-parter or what; we’ll see I guess. I’d definitely love to continue with this story, so let me know what you think! Comments are pure perfection, so don’t be shy! Thanks for reading.
Kris stood outside the busy train station, the rain beating down on him, soaking him through the bone. As his wife faced him, her hair a big, sopping mess, he felt as if someone had just ripped his chest open, yanked out his heart, and threw it to the ground, smashing it to smithereens.
“It’s just a break. Just a vacation. Everything’s going to be okay,” Katy, her eyes wet with tears, said to her husband, the cool Californian breeze whirling, making the tears on her face sting even more than they already did. As the words left her mouth and Katy looked into his eyes, Kris wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. Kris was fairly certain everything would not be okay. Although, he’d never say it out loud.
“Yeah, a vacation. Sure. Of course,” Kris tried to smile as he looked at Katy’s soaking form. He reached behind her and flipped the hood of her jacket over her head, trying to shield her from the rain. “You’ll catch a cold,” he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking down at his shoes.
“Thanks,” Katy smiled sadly, shivering. As she stood in front of her husband, the man she loved, the train she was about to board pulled up to the station, its brakes screeching nosily against the tracks.
“So… be safe, okay?” Kris’s voice was quiet as he picked up Katy’s bags from the ground, carrying them towards the train.
“I will. You too,” Katy replied. “I’ll see you soon.”
Kris stood in front of his wife, the woman he’d pledged those vows to just over a year ago, his heart wrenching. He pulled Katy’s small frame into his own, hugging her tightly. He was a little afraid to let go of her. When would he see her again?
As Katy hugged Kris, tears streaking down her cheeks, she whispered, so softly, into his ear, “I love you.” Kris didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply. It took everything Katy had to suppress the sob threatening to escape her mouth. She didn’t expect him to say it back, or to mean it even if he did say it, but it still felt like her heart had just been slashed to bits as Kris pulled away from her slowly, planting a small kiss on her forehead.
The train’s bell began to chime, the signal that told Katy that she needed to hurry up and board the train. She bent down and picked up her bags which Kris had placed near her feet, trying to calm herself down. She finally began to climb the steps onto the train, lugging her heavy bags along with her. Kris tried to help, placing a hand on one of her bags, attempting to push the bag a little, trying to make it easier for Katy. But nothing could make this easier for her. The heavy bags were the least of her concerns.
When Katy finally reached the top step, Kris stopped trying to help with the bags, and Katy turned around to face him, giving him a soft smile. “Goodbye, Kris,” she said quietly before continuing on her trek inside the train, trying to find her private cab. As the tears fell and she struggled to take her bags along with her, the train lurched forward, beginning its descent. Katy struggled to keep her balance, but she managed to continue walking, in search of her place on the crowded train.
Seeing the train chug its way down the tracks, distancing himself and Katy, Kris felt even worse than he had before. He stood still, watching the train until it disappeared into the night, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes. He held them back as best he could, but one still managed to fall, and he wiped it carelessly, violently, even though his face was already soaked with rain. Then, he continued to gaze helplessly in the direction in which the train had disappeared, wishing, just wishing, that the train would turn around. As he stood in the rain, his whole body completely drenched, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made a mistake. He couldn’t help but wonder if taking a break was the right thing to do, or if he’d just screwed up his life royally. He wasn’t sure yet. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever know the answer. He guessed he’d just have to wait.
Finally, after standing in the rain for twenty minutes, the fact that he was soaked and freezing forced itself into Kris’s mind. He sighed, realizing he really should get home. He’d whined about Katy getting sick, when really, he was the one who’d probably have a killer cold the next morning. Slowly, he made his way to the parking lot where his hybrid was parked. As he approached the car, his heart twisted again, but this time, it wasn’t because of Katy’s absence. It was because of what that car signified.
Without stopping to think, Kris dashed to his car and hopped inside, shoving his key into the ignition. He pulled out of the lot recklessly, not paying any mind to the stop signs or other cars on the road. He didn’t care about any of that right now. If he got in an accident, so what? It wasn’t like anybody would miss him. She was gone. And the only other person that might be remotely sad about Kris’s possible-with-the-way-he-was-driving death hadn’t even spoken to Kris for over a month. He was sure that their friendship wouldn’t fall apart. And yet, it had. Everything had fallen apart. And as Kris slammed on the gas, trying to get to his destination as fast as he could, he realized that he needed to pick up the pieces. Fix everything that had managed to get screwed up. And going to the see the person he was headed for seemed like a good place to start.
Author: totallytamara
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t know any of the people portrayed in this story, therefore I don’t own them, either. This wasn’t written in the spirit of offending anyone, it was written for the sake of creativity. I’m not making any money from this; it’s just for fun!
Summary: As the words left her mouth and Katy looked into his eyes, Kris wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. Kris was fairly certain everything would not be okay. Although, he’d never say it out loud.
Notes: Hi! So I was sitting in bed the other night, and this idea somehow wrote itself into my notebook. I have no idea where it came from, but I kind of like what came out of it, so I thought I’d post it here for you all to read. I’m not sure if this’ll be a multi-parter or what; we’ll see I guess. I’d definitely love to continue with this story, so let me know what you think! Comments are pure perfection, so don’t be shy! Thanks for reading.
Kris stood outside the busy train station, the rain beating down on him, soaking him through the bone. As his wife faced him, her hair a big, sopping mess, he felt as if someone had just ripped his chest open, yanked out his heart, and threw it to the ground, smashing it to smithereens.
“It’s just a break. Just a vacation. Everything’s going to be okay,” Katy, her eyes wet with tears, said to her husband, the cool Californian breeze whirling, making the tears on her face sting even more than they already did. As the words left her mouth and Katy looked into his eyes, Kris wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince. Kris was fairly certain everything would not be okay. Although, he’d never say it out loud.
“Yeah, a vacation. Sure. Of course,” Kris tried to smile as he looked at Katy’s soaking form. He reached behind her and flipped the hood of her jacket over her head, trying to shield her from the rain. “You’ll catch a cold,” he muttered, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking down at his shoes.
“Thanks,” Katy smiled sadly, shivering. As she stood in front of her husband, the man she loved, the train she was about to board pulled up to the station, its brakes screeching nosily against the tracks.
“So… be safe, okay?” Kris’s voice was quiet as he picked up Katy’s bags from the ground, carrying them towards the train.
“I will. You too,” Katy replied. “I’ll see you soon.”
Kris stood in front of his wife, the woman he’d pledged those vows to just over a year ago, his heart wrenching. He pulled Katy’s small frame into his own, hugging her tightly. He was a little afraid to let go of her. When would he see her again?
As Katy hugged Kris, tears streaking down her cheeks, she whispered, so softly, into his ear, “I love you.” Kris didn’t reply. He couldn’t reply. It took everything Katy had to suppress the sob threatening to escape her mouth. She didn’t expect him to say it back, or to mean it even if he did say it, but it still felt like her heart had just been slashed to bits as Kris pulled away from her slowly, planting a small kiss on her forehead.
The train’s bell began to chime, the signal that told Katy that she needed to hurry up and board the train. She bent down and picked up her bags which Kris had placed near her feet, trying to calm herself down. She finally began to climb the steps onto the train, lugging her heavy bags along with her. Kris tried to help, placing a hand on one of her bags, attempting to push the bag a little, trying to make it easier for Katy. But nothing could make this easier for her. The heavy bags were the least of her concerns.
When Katy finally reached the top step, Kris stopped trying to help with the bags, and Katy turned around to face him, giving him a soft smile. “Goodbye, Kris,” she said quietly before continuing on her trek inside the train, trying to find her private cab. As the tears fell and she struggled to take her bags along with her, the train lurched forward, beginning its descent. Katy struggled to keep her balance, but she managed to continue walking, in search of her place on the crowded train.
Seeing the train chug its way down the tracks, distancing himself and Katy, Kris felt even worse than he had before. He stood still, watching the train until it disappeared into the night, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes. He held them back as best he could, but one still managed to fall, and he wiped it carelessly, violently, even though his face was already soaked with rain. Then, he continued to gaze helplessly in the direction in which the train had disappeared, wishing, just wishing, that the train would turn around. As he stood in the rain, his whole body completely drenched, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made a mistake. He couldn’t help but wonder if taking a break was the right thing to do, or if he’d just screwed up his life royally. He wasn’t sure yet. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever know the answer. He guessed he’d just have to wait.
Finally, after standing in the rain for twenty minutes, the fact that he was soaked and freezing forced itself into Kris’s mind. He sighed, realizing he really should get home. He’d whined about Katy getting sick, when really, he was the one who’d probably have a killer cold the next morning. Slowly, he made his way to the parking lot where his hybrid was parked. As he approached the car, his heart twisted again, but this time, it wasn’t because of Katy’s absence. It was because of what that car signified.
Without stopping to think, Kris dashed to his car and hopped inside, shoving his key into the ignition. He pulled out of the lot recklessly, not paying any mind to the stop signs or other cars on the road. He didn’t care about any of that right now. If he got in an accident, so what? It wasn’t like anybody would miss him. She was gone. And the only other person that might be remotely sad about Kris’s possible-with-the-way-he-was-driving death hadn’t even spoken to Kris for over a month. He was sure that their friendship wouldn’t fall apart. And yet, it had. Everything had fallen apart. And as Kris slammed on the gas, trying to get to his destination as fast as he could, he realized that he needed to pick up the pieces. Fix everything that had managed to get screwed up. And going to the see the person he was headed for seemed like a good place to start.