Post by jessie on Nov 25, 2011 23:48:48 GMT -6
One shot a Mac story
Mac couldn't sleep he had insomnia, and he really has to do something about it. It started on 9/11 after he lost Claire, he replayed that day over, and over in his head every night, which kept him awake. He remembered her last kiss, and he regretted being quick to get rid of everything that was hers. He wanted to pretend she didn't exist but that was impossible she was the love of his life. She was a beauty, and he still could feel her lips against his, and it drove him crazy. He got up going to the closet, and opened the door pulling out the photo album, and the beach ball she blew up just weeks before she died. He walked over holding the balloon touching it, whispering Clair's name. He laid back with the ball beside him, and the album in his lap. He was flipping through the pictures, and smiled seeing Claire on their wedding day, she was so beautiful. She smiled it brought tears to his eyes, she didn't realize she would be gone in only a few years due to a senseless act of violence. He was so angry, why did it happen, he didn't understand, how anyone could be so cruel, and heartless to attack so many innocent people. Her body was never found, and that made it worse, he didn't have a place to go to. He should have made a memorial site, but at the time it felt senseless without a body. He would love a place to go visit, and put flowers down, but he knew it wouldn't make him feel better. He wanted her back, he wanted to hear her voice, and see that radiate smile that could light up a room. He shut the album this was making it worse. He threw the beach ball out of anger , it hit one of his trophies, and made a large bang. He was shocked he ran over grabbing it, the air was coming out, it was Claire's breath, all he had left. What has he done, he ran to the kitchen grabbing the tape but the time he came back, the beach ball was inflated. He scream, "No"
He held it in his hands, "I'm so sorry Claire". He never cried so hard in his life, he didn't shed tears when it happened. He held it in trying to be brave, but he wanted to scream to the world he was so angry. He sat on the floor for the longest time looking at the beach ball, he finally got up, he was drained, he couldn't shed another tear even if he wanted to. He crawled in bed holding the beach ball shutting his eyes. He started to drift off asleep it was the first time in so long. He released all the pain, and heartache, and he felt like he could breath again. He knew he would forever miss Claire but today he knew he had to let her go, he had to move on, and he had to love again. She would want it that way, she would hate seeing him so down, and alone. He whispered, "I miss you Claire, I always will". He shut his eyes, and was asleep, and for the first time in a long time he didn't wake up until he got a call from Stella. She was his best friend the person he trusted with his life. There was always something he felt was missing he felt a connection to Stella that was more than professional. He got out of bed, and ran to the shower, he didn't know if Stella was someone he could fall in love with , but he was going to go for it, and ask her out. It might not work out but he was going to try, he owed it to himself to live again, and he was going to do it.
The end
Mac couldn't sleep he had insomnia, and he really has to do something about it. It started on 9/11 after he lost Claire, he replayed that day over, and over in his head every night, which kept him awake. He remembered her last kiss, and he regretted being quick to get rid of everything that was hers. He wanted to pretend she didn't exist but that was impossible she was the love of his life. She was a beauty, and he still could feel her lips against his, and it drove him crazy. He got up going to the closet, and opened the door pulling out the photo album, and the beach ball she blew up just weeks before she died. He walked over holding the balloon touching it, whispering Clair's name. He laid back with the ball beside him, and the album in his lap. He was flipping through the pictures, and smiled seeing Claire on their wedding day, she was so beautiful. She smiled it brought tears to his eyes, she didn't realize she would be gone in only a few years due to a senseless act of violence. He was so angry, why did it happen, he didn't understand, how anyone could be so cruel, and heartless to attack so many innocent people. Her body was never found, and that made it worse, he didn't have a place to go to. He should have made a memorial site, but at the time it felt senseless without a body. He would love a place to go visit, and put flowers down, but he knew it wouldn't make him feel better. He wanted her back, he wanted to hear her voice, and see that radiate smile that could light up a room. He shut the album this was making it worse. He threw the beach ball out of anger , it hit one of his trophies, and made a large bang. He was shocked he ran over grabbing it, the air was coming out, it was Claire's breath, all he had left. What has he done, he ran to the kitchen grabbing the tape but the time he came back, the beach ball was inflated. He scream, "No"
He held it in his hands, "I'm so sorry Claire". He never cried so hard in his life, he didn't shed tears when it happened. He held it in trying to be brave, but he wanted to scream to the world he was so angry. He sat on the floor for the longest time looking at the beach ball, he finally got up, he was drained, he couldn't shed another tear even if he wanted to. He crawled in bed holding the beach ball shutting his eyes. He started to drift off asleep it was the first time in so long. He released all the pain, and heartache, and he felt like he could breath again. He knew he would forever miss Claire but today he knew he had to let her go, he had to move on, and he had to love again. She would want it that way, she would hate seeing him so down, and alone. He whispered, "I miss you Claire, I always will". He shut his eyes, and was asleep, and for the first time in a long time he didn't wake up until he got a call from Stella. She was his best friend the person he trusted with his life. There was always something he felt was missing he felt a connection to Stella that was more than professional. He got out of bed, and ran to the shower, he didn't know if Stella was someone he could fall in love with , but he was going to go for it, and ask her out. It might not work out but he was going to try, he owed it to himself to live again, and he was going to do it.
The end
Poor Mac after Claire died. 
