Like So Many Things [PG]
-South Of Nowhere
-Ashley/Spencer
-Some post beginning of Season Three stuff, then it goes AU. Angst.
-And she tries to remember the last time she heard Spencer Carlin’s voice carry over the air, full and rich tones bouncing off of brick walls, humor in the words and longing in the pauses.
-PG
Whatever it was, Ashley never got it back. She let it go, like so many things, and by the time she was ready to have it again… it was gone.
And she tries to remember the last time she saw Spencer Carlin walking down a hallway, all smiles of shyness, books in hand and eyes colored with periwinkle-affection.
It must have been days ago, but not really, ‘coz it has been years.
Years and months and days and hours and minutes and seconds - time meant nothing to Ashley back then, with only angst and money in her grasp.
And love meant nothing back then. It was an elusive thing, tangled up in a dead father and a useless mother. No room for a sister. No room for a good friend. No room for anyone thinking they could be anything more.
And she tries to remember the last time she heard Spencer Carlin’s voice carry over the air, full and rich tones bouncing off of brick walls, humor in the words and longing in the pauses.
It must have been days ago… but not really.
‘Coz it has been so long since those days, since that life.
Every bar knows her name, every bartender knows her drink (used to be light, used to be fruity, now it is hard, now it is bitter) and every floor knows her moves - dancing, drunk, deliciously wasted, decadently wanton, dead-tired with the dawn.
Photographers move on after two a.m., visually writing up her ‘good times’.
And then Ashley really gets down to the business of losing herself.
Whatever it was, oh God whatever it was… Ashley never got it back.
And she tries to remember the last time she had Spencer Carlin by her side, caressing the soft skin and kissing the place where the heart meets the bone, fingers in spun-gold hair… a shiny river straight to Ashley’s soul…
She let it go, like so many things, like every damn thing… and by the time she was ready to have it again…
Spencer was gone.
Spencer is gone.
-Ashley/Spencer
-Some post beginning of Season Three stuff, then it goes AU. Angst.
-And she tries to remember the last time she heard Spencer Carlin’s voice carry over the air, full and rich tones bouncing off of brick walls, humor in the words and longing in the pauses.
-PG
Whatever it was, Ashley never got it back. She let it go, like so many things, and by the time she was ready to have it again… it was gone.
And she tries to remember the last time she saw Spencer Carlin walking down a hallway, all smiles of shyness, books in hand and eyes colored with periwinkle-affection.
It must have been days ago, but not really, ‘coz it has been years.
Years and months and days and hours and minutes and seconds - time meant nothing to Ashley back then, with only angst and money in her grasp.
And love meant nothing back then. It was an elusive thing, tangled up in a dead father and a useless mother. No room for a sister. No room for a good friend. No room for anyone thinking they could be anything more.
And she tries to remember the last time she heard Spencer Carlin’s voice carry over the air, full and rich tones bouncing off of brick walls, humor in the words and longing in the pauses.
It must have been days ago… but not really.
‘Coz it has been so long since those days, since that life.
Every bar knows her name, every bartender knows her drink (used to be light, used to be fruity, now it is hard, now it is bitter) and every floor knows her moves - dancing, drunk, deliciously wasted, decadently wanton, dead-tired with the dawn.
Photographers move on after two a.m., visually writing up her ‘good times’.
And then Ashley really gets down to the business of losing herself.
Whatever it was, oh God whatever it was… Ashley never got it back.
And she tries to remember the last time she had Spencer Carlin by her side, caressing the soft skin and kissing the place where the heart meets the bone, fingers in spun-gold hair… a shiny river straight to Ashley’s soul…
She let it go, like so many things, like every damn thing… and by the time she was ready to have it again…
Spencer was gone.
Spencer is gone.