Fly Fanfiction [because someone had to do it ;-) ]
Title: “Dear Diary” Spoilers: The Fly (1986 remake) Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters or the plot. I’m just borrowing. Summary: Seth is changing. Ronnie is waiting for his call, a sign that not all is lost. A/N: Ronnie always felt to me like the type to keep a diary and one day after watching the movie for the 100th time this small story came up. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope someone might enjoy reading it. Excuse my mistakes. English isn’t my native language.
Friday 17:19
This waiting is going to drive me insane. This situation is going to drive me insane. He still hasn’t called and I’m afraid I lost him for ever. But mostly, I’m afraid for his life. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know.
It’s been weeks! Weeks!
It’s so much more than me being hurt with the way he spoke and yelled and kicked me out off his house the last time we saw each other.
This isn’t just about my feelings and my ego. It’s about Seth’s health. His life is at stake.
What if his situation has worsened? What if he’s really sick and needs me? Dear God, I’ll never forgive myself if something terrible happens to him.
But what am I supposed to do? For all I know he could be just avoiding me.
No. No. No. It can’t be that. It can’t be that.
God, I’ve promised to myself I wouldn’t cry again. I feel so tired. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep I can’t work.
The phone is ringing…
19:30
He just called. The moment I heard that phone ring I knew it was him. I just knew it and my heart stopped beating. He… he sounded so scared and alone. I’m afraid to go. I’m afraid not to go. I’ve never felt like that in my entire life.
So helpless.
Like I can’t control anything in my life.
I guess that’s how being in love must feel. I should have been nicer to Stathis.
Seth needs me. That’s what’s important.
I have to go to Seth.
Saturday 01:45
What happens when you’ve ran out of tears? What happens when reality is worst than the most terrible nightmare?
What am I supposed to do? I need help but there’s no one to turn to. Who could help me anyway? Help him. Can he be helped?
He doesn’t want anyone to see him. I don’t blame him really but what’s left to do? I truly want to respect his wishes but it is he who asked for my help. How can I help him all by myself? I’m just a journalist. Just a journalist.
This too big. Too big. He needs me. He needs me and there’s nothing I can do.
How? Why did this have to happen?
I’m babbling and it’s so not like me. I’m losing control of my thoughts. My mind can’t accept what’s happening. I don’t quite understand what’s going on.
I need someone who’s not too emotional. Someone I can count on, to be here for me and not judge me, whatever decision I make.
Stathis.
I need Stathis.
Funny. Every time I’m in need I always turn to Stathis. And he always has the answer. When I was in college I adored him, I looked up to him, and he was my God. When I started my career as a journalist he was next to me, offering me his advices, his knowledge. Breaking up with Stathis was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do. But I felt like I needed to do something of my own. To truly grow up, be myself and not Stathis’ girlfriend. And then I met Seth. And I loved Seth more than I could ever love a man. For his passion, for his brilliance, for his innocence, for offering me the chance to be part of something really grand and I’m not just talking about his invention.
Now, my world is breaking apart and the only solution I can think of is bringing my past into my future. And I hope it’s enough because I’m afraid I’ve run out of tears.