And part two! Oh, and A Fine Frenzy owns and performs "Ashes and Wine."

Forgot About Forgetting You

Lucy

Amy… She had been there – hair half pulled back in a ponytail, white shirt riding up slightly, and her plaid skirt hanging lightly on her impossibly thin frame. She had been there and had kicked me out. With guns no less! No explanation. Nothing.

Hadn't it been just yesterday she had indirectly said she loved me?

So much for whirlwind romances... Love royally sucks.

Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love worth fighting for
And I'll drown in my tears, don't they see?
And that would show you, that would make you hurt like me

All the same
I don't want mudslinging games
It's just a shame
To let you walk away

Is there a chance, a fragment of light
At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind
Or are we ashes and wine?

Hesitantly, I picked up the semi-automatic crossbow that had first drawn us together. At the time, it had offered a false security that I could steal her away, perhaps forever. As fate would have it, I was proven wrong when it just as easily shattered our chances with a single shot taken in a moment of rage. But it hadn't, I had. I placed it back down when my hands began shaking. The tears followed.

So what now? Disappear in Reykjavik for another two years, possibly more, to get over a much bigger heartache? I just couldn't do it; not again. And what about Amy? She'd probably go back to the safe side of relationships – namely men – and the safe side of the law. Add it up and that meant the ex-boyfriend was an option. That'd just be the icing on the cake, wouldn't it, Diamond? You really screwed up this time.

Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This day's a spinning circus on a wheel
And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee-laced, intoxicating on his lips

Shut it out. I've got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down, no

Is there a chance, a fragment of light
At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind
Or are we ashes and wine?

Maybe that would be for the best. Who was I kidding anyway? Dating a Deb?

And besides, at least she'd still have someone… even if he wasn't right for her. He wasn't the right gender for one, nor did he have the type of personality Amy needed in a relationship. Taking a moment to come back to reality, I knew I didn't necessarily have the right personality either. The nearly empty Jack Daniels bottle in my grip was proof enough of that; the fact that I hadn't noticed it until now was the last nail needed for this particular coffin.

As the nail nestled in and the full extent of everything happening settled over me, my anger grew until I just wanted to lash out at anything and everything I could reach. My whole life was crashing down again, only harder. Much harder.

But damn it, I'm Lucy Diamond.

"I'm unbreakable," I seethed.

My face a definition of fierce rage, I stalked over to Australia's worst nightmare and slammed the bottle of Jack Daniels down on a stand to the side.

"She thinks I'm bad news? Oh, I'll give her bad news…"