Septiplier One Shots

Talking to the Moon (Part 1)

I don't own the song or the lyrics or the people in this.

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back

I sniffled softly, wiping my eyes as I stated out the window of my Californian home. Why was I so stupid? Why would I ever believe she'd  love me? She was so amazing and I was so... Inadequate. I had foolishly believed that love was something I could actually have returned to me...

My neighbors think I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I had
You're all I had

Everyone was getting worried about me; I had received so many messages and tweets from concerned friends and fans... I hadn't left my house in a week, not even to check my mail. I could see my neighbors staring at my house, silently judging me for being some sort of crazy shut-in. They would never be able to comprehend that I couldn't leave this house now; the gray skies remind me of you and your pretty gray eyes...

At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you

I stared back out the window, my dull brown eyes landing on the moon. "I just wish I could have you again Susie...", I whispered, voice hoarse from lack of use. I had wrecked everything by being too needy... I should've just given you space; I had been so selfish... Maybe I should just... Give up... My heart doesn't feel whole anymore... My heart doesn't feel like it's even beating anymore... My heart doesn't flutter now when I see your face... It just seizes up painfully, and then the tears start again when I hear how happy you're able to be even though I'm broken.

In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool?
Who sits alone
Taking to the moon

I gave the moon a broken smile, tears streaming down my face. "M-maybe you do t-the same thing at night Susie... Maybe you regret le-leaving me...", I whispered. Silence was all I got in response. I shook my head, sobbing softly. "O-of co-course you're f-fine! I-I'm the crazy m-man talking to the moon!", I whimpered.

I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad
Yeah I've gone mad

I finally went outside a few days later to pick up some food, and I could feel the judgmental looks I got as I walked through the grocery store. I couldn't blame them; I looked like a crazy man. My hair was more of a mess than usual, my eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and I'm sure my clothes were more like pajamas. I quickly got some food I could make in the microwave, along with ice cream. As cliche as it was, ice cream really is the best friend to a broken hearted person.

But they don't know what I know
Cause when the sun goes down
Someone's talking back
Yeah they're talking back

I looked out the window later on that day, just staring blankly ahead at the blue sky. Finally the sky was blue again, but why..? After two weeks of gray skies and miserable weather, why would the sun come out now? I sighed softly, shaking my head before I hugged my pillow to me tightly. I breathed in the scent of it; the smell of you. The smell of the earth after it had rained and the smell of your coconut shampoo...

At night when the stars
Light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you

I picked up my cell-phone, overwhelmed by a wave of nostalgia, anxiety, fear, and slight anger. Not at you, never at you, but at myself. I found myself dialling your number automatically, the familiar sound of the phone ringing filling my ears.

In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool?
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon

The phone was answered, but it wasn't by you. It was some man; someone who sounded... Better than me... His voice was cool and smooth when he asked, "Who is this?". I didn't even have the words to say to him, until I heard you laughing in the background. "Thomas, c'mon! The movie starts soon, we gotta hurry!", you exclaimed. He had laughed softly, and suddenly all the words came to me. "Keep her happy. Don't ever push her away when she needs you. T-take good care of her, treat her like the p-princess she is...", I rambled, my voice breaking off at the end before I hung up.

Do you ever hear me calling?
Cause every night
I'm talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you

I buried my face in her pillow, sobbing loudly as I finally broke. After a few minutes, I took the pillow case off and threw it and the pillow away. I managed to make it back up to my room before I collapsed into bed, passing out. When I woke up hours later, I made myself clean the house. I made myself wash the sheets and covers of your scent, of coconut and the earth right after it rains. I cooked a decent meal instead of microwaving a tv dinner or ordering pizza. I didn't move on, but I did start living again. If you were happy without me... Then I would have to deal with how I felt on my own time. I had people who needed me, fans, family, and friends.

In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool?
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I know you're somewhere out there...
Somewhere far away...

This was a hastily written thing, so please excuse  it's terribleness.