So Much For Love

Well, I started this second part a while ago, back in the Spring. I guess I kind of forgot about it until I checked my email a bit ago and saw how many "favorite story" and "review" alerts I had on it, and additional emails from people asking me to continue. Your comments are really appreciate you guys, it's great to hear you're loving it :) Anyways, here's chapter two of my former one-shot of the GrinchxCindy Lou pairing, brought to you by popular demand. Special thanks to you all who sent me your comments, emails, and whatever else!

All their windows were dark, quiet snow filled the air.

All the Whos were all dreaming,

Sweet dreams without care.

Except for the first little house on the square.

Despite the late hour of that very same Christmas Eve, Cindy Lou Who still sat awake on the soft, pink fabric of her window seat, staring out the curved, pink expressions around the frame. Her forehead was pressed against the icy cold glass as her blue gaze followed the descent of snowflakes; unique in pattern and brief in life, dancing from the heavens in a pure white masquerade all their existence, fated to be buried in the resting place of their brothers below them.

They were a natural phenomenon worthy of the watching, but soon enough the young girl's gaze were no longer trailing the tiny fragments. She had focused her eyes past the softly falling clusters of powder, past the rolling valleys of white, and the evergreen trees' blinking light up the face of the Mount Crumpit, all the way up to its impossibly curving slope. Though she could not see the small ledge hidden among the rocks nor the furry, green inhabitant of the stone caverns. But she was certain they were both up there... And the latter was probably just was awake as she was.

Things had been different this past week, between them. She had not seen him since before the incident, whereas every night he would accompany her to dinner or a stroll through the town or something of the sort. Granted, a weeks time was not unbearably long in the viewpoint of most. But Cindy had come to find any extended time she was away from his just felt...strange. And she could hardly bare to know that he was hurting. Of course, she was the only one to know his hurting was not from his heart, but merely an injured pride. He might have changed a lot that one Christmas day so long ago and in the years that followed, but his...confidence had never failed, and a blow to it damaged him greatly. She soon returned her gaze to the snow, falling away to the ground, to realize something with frightful felicity.

The snowflakes. They were very much like the relationship of the Grinch and Martha May. A single flake starts out fresh and new; young, innocent, and unconditional in its cascade down the shades of deep blue and white which boldly throw the horizon into a sharp contrast. The flake dances joyfully in a mirthful, blissful frolic where it seems nothing can every reach it. However, once it nears the ground, it is seized by the harsh North Wind and knocked to and fro in a series of unbearable struggles until it slowly comes to a rest upon the ground. Though its perilous journey has hidden, beaten and worn, it can do little but lay there...lifeless.

While she didn't like to think about him losing something that had been so dear to him, she knew that the woman had fallen out of his favor long ago. Truth be told, even if for her own selfish reasons, she was glad that they were no more. She sighed, her warm breath smoking the cold glass. A dreamy smile grazed her full red lips as she drew her finger across the pane in a heart shape. It faded into the frigid night air as did the grin from her face. She missed him. With a sea glass gaze, she looked to the door, then back to the snowy scene outside. This is madness... She thought.

Her naked feet hit the chilly, hardwood floors of her bedroom and tiptoed quietly to where her red coat hung from the back of the door. She slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled them up to her narrow shoulders and over her pink flannel pajamas, tucking the ends of the legs into her snow boots once she slipped the on.

She took the knob in her hand, careful in turning it quietly so as not to wake any other residents of the house. In what seemed like a moment, she was standing out in the cold in front of her house, unsure how exactly she got there. She turned once and looked up to the house in all its light-flashing glory, debating on whether or not it was a good idea to sneak out. She had never done so before.

A single brief look up to the mountain was all she needed to continue on in her voyage. She began to trudge through the snow noiselessly. At some point before she made it out of the town square, she realized how eerily quiet it was at night in the place. Whenever she saw it was during the day as people rushed and ran around in a frantic and jubilant mess. Now, with everyone gone and nothing but the twinkling lights to keep her company, it was practically a different town. It had been sometime since she believed in hauntings, but it was almost spooky in a way... Another glance up the mountain, and she knew the worst of the scenery had yet to come. But he was up there. He would make it all worth the while. Because he loved her. And to be honest...

She loved him.

There we are. Hope you enjoy it!

EDIT: I've gotten a lot of reviews and PM's asking if I will be continuing this story. For now the answer is no, and I apologize. I've just sort of lost my passion for it, as if sometimes the case in writing fan fiction. Of course, if something comes to me I may pick it up again, but for now I'm going to list the story as complete. :) Thank again for all your feedback, and I'm glad you guys enjoyed this little story.