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Date Posted: 00:43:49 11/23/14 Sun
Author: Alicia
Subject: How Far..... A Continuation of Previously Posted "Say Something"

Standard Disclaimers. However, I do take full credit for all mistakes, omissions, grammatical incongruities, and overall angst.

Credit for the musical interlude goes to Martina McBride's How Far.

It continues immediately where "Say Something" left off...

How Far


It was all in her hands now. Once again he left the ball in her court, but the difference this time is he was leaving the game. She reached for the phone and dialed his number.

“Rabb”

Mac took a deep breath. “Harm, it’s me…….”

He didn’t say anything. She could sense his walls falling into place one by one, with their movement echoed by his silence. She still wasn’t quite sure what she was going to say. She didn’t know if he would listen. She just knew right now she needed to say something.

“Harm?”

“I’m here Mac.”

“We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“Anything……Everything.”

“I think I finally heard you loud and clear tonight. What else is there to say?”

“Alot.”

“Then say it…..”

Then and there she made a decision. “Not like this Harm……… I’m coming over.”

“Mac..”

She wasn’t about to take no for an answer. “If you don’t answer the door, I guess I will be standing in the hallway until you do.”

As she hung up the phone her mind led her back to another time and another place, when she hung up with another man and rushed after him. For a moment, she let herself wonder how differently things might have turned out if instead of professing her love for Mic, and closing the door on Harm, she instead stayed. Where Harm was concerned, their years together had accumulated many “What Ifs”.

Harm stared at the phone a moment, then put the phone back in its cradle. ‘I wonder if this is what Beth meant about knowing when it’s over’, he thought to himself. Going another round with Mac tonight was the last thing he wanted to do, as the reality of it all continued to sink in. The music was about to play for what was shaping up to be their final dance.

Feeling drained from the night’s events, and preparing himself for what could be a long night ahead, he decided to take a shower to keep busy while he waited for Mac to arrive. He turned the radio up, hoping to drown out the thoughts in his head.

The drive to Harm’s place seemed like it would never end. His words from earlier in the evening played over and over in Mac’s head. “I’d wait for you however long I need to. The problem is Mac, I don’t even know what I’m waiting for anymore. I just know we can’t keep going on like this. It’s not good for either one of us. I can’t do this anymore Mac.”

Mac finally arrived at his door. She saw he left it ajar, but she couldn’t just walk in. Not tonight. She just stood there. As she battled the part of her that wanted to turn and run away, she remained standing there thinking, her thoughts accented by the music coming from his apartment.

There's a boat, I could sail away
There's the sky, I could catch a plane
There's a train, there's the tracks
I could leave and I could choose to not come back
Oh never come back

There you are, giving up the fight
Here I am begging you to try
Talk to me, let me in
But you just put your wall back up again
Oh when's it gonna end

Harm stepped out of the shower. The moments of mindless peace he was hoping to find didn’t come. He couldn’t stop thinking of her…of them…. As he dried himself off, he wished it would be as easy to wipe away everything that brought them to this place. He quickly got dressed. The song he now heard playing, instead of drowning out his thoughts, only permeated them.

How far do I have to go to make you understand
I wanna make this work so much it hurts, but I just can't
Keep on giving, go on living with the way things are
So I'm gonna walk away
And it's up to you to say how far

There's a chance I could change my mind
But I won't, not till you decide
What you want, what you need
Do you even care if I stay or leave
Oh, what's it gonna be

Harm was jolted by the knock that finally came. He turned off the radio and slowly made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, then opened it all the way to see Mac standing on the other side.

Harm stood there staring at her. He could tell she had been crying, and he silently chastised himself for whatever role he played in her tears. He always hated seeing Mac cry. He fought the urge to pull her close and tell her everything was going to be ok. Tonight, that was a promise he couldn’t make to either one of them.

At the same time she stood there looking at him, meeting his gaze. In what seemed like a moment’s time, their years together flashed before her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she let herself take a good look at the man standing before her…..the very man she kept pushing away.
Harm was older now. Yet, if possible, he was even more handsome than the day they first met. He’d matured, not only physically, but he’d grown on so many other levels. Maybe he’d even grown past her, when she wasn't looking. He was no longer the stick boy, who at times fought his own ghosts and demons. He stood there before her, the man he always was and the man he had become. For the first time too, she also let herself see something she wouldn’t allow herself to see before, the look of hurt and resignation that his eyes conveyed. It was a look she knew she was at the heart of.

Mac finally broke the silence. “Are you going to let me in?” It was a question with a double meaning, and one they both understood.

He silently motioned for her to come inside.

“Have a seat. Would you like some water? Tea?”

She took a familiar seat at the kitchen counter. “I’m fine, thanks.”

He grabbed himself a bottle of water and stood across from her. They again looked at each other in silence. It felt like an eternity for them both, until this time Harm broke the silence. “I’m listening.”


To be continued……………………………………………….

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[> At the edge of my seat, I'm, Alicia !! Please don't let us hanging long ! :) -- Laurence, 07:25:44 11/23/14 Sun [1]


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[> Oh my keep it coming soon Alicia -- Bev uk, 11:08:34 11/23/14 Sun [1]


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[> This is such a great read Alicia, went back to 'Say Something' to connect story line, now anxious for the rest of the story! -- JoyZ, 10:40:17 11/24/14 Mon [1]


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[> Wonderful start. Can't wait for more. -- Beth, 11:07:29 11/24/14 Mon [1]


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[> Regular updates would make you a very popular & much appreciated writer!! -- Anniehu, 12:05:42 11/24/14 Mon [1]


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