A/N: There has been some controversy as to whether I, Hadley of the Bloody Koalas, am capable of writing about happiness and love. Well, people, (cough cough, KT, cough cough) I am indeed 'capable' of writing such things. I'll prove it, with a handy-dandy fic 'suggestion' from...a bloodthirsty Canadian teenager. She bites. Watch out.
NOTE: This will be updated!! This is not the end. If you like what little you see here, alert me and more shall come!
Disclaimer: Avril Lavigne, of whose lyrics I've included to spite that particular Canadian, is not me. Likewise, David Shore is also not me.
Waking up I see that everything is okay
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling...
This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling...
This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliant
Makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliance
Please don't go away
Cause I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by
James Wilson glanced over brightly to the vacant half of their bed, tired brown eyes catching hold of the image of Amber, her body resonating softly in sleep. Everything was fine. She was okay. She was safe. She was beautiful. They were together.
He blinked.
Her image vanished, and in its spot remained the paper she had so hastily scribbled down that fateful night. He grappled for it franticly, sighing in relief when the piece of crinkled parchment was once again nestled safely against his chest. She's coming home, he would say to himself. She's okay.
Unhappily, he set the paper down where she would probably—no, definitely—return that night. It had been a week already. She would be back soon. The note said so. Amber didn't break her word. Amber never broke her word. She promised. She would come back. Wilson knew it.