When your only friends are hotel rooms Who's gonna call on sunday morning? August evenings bring solemn warnings Who's gonna call on sunday morning?
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around, I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating
Leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come? He sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out and tell him she was okay. He didn't know what to think. His deep purple-blue eyes softly focused on the floor as he was thinking to himself. The soft curl from his part was hanging low around the rim of his round glasses. He was awaiting his brothers to come and counsel him during _'s surgery. They had found a large tumor on her brain and they didn't know if removing it would help her or not. He almost didn't realize the face in front of his as he was lost in thought. He looked to see his twin brother Alfred staring at him with his bright blue eyes. Matthew tried to give a smile, but it failed and he ended up looking up to see his other brother Arthur standing there, his green eyes focused on you with a look of sorrow. Once again Matthew tried to smile but it seemed to fail. He felt the tears welling up as Arthur sat next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Alfred stayed crouched infront of the two, hands on his knees as he waited to try and cheer his brother up.
~Time skip~
A few hours had passed and Matthew was almost asleep in his chair. Alfred had left to go get food and Arthur was asleep with his hand in his hair holding his head up. As Matthew was about to leave the room, he felt as if something was wrong. He went to the door of the room she was supposed to be in. She wasn't there. The bags of her things weren't there either. 'That doesn't make any sense' he thought to himself as he went to get a drink.
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
You never know what temporal days may bring
So laugh, love, live free and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the Lord
Matthew had fallen asleep in the cafeteria, next to a stack of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. He was dreaming of one of the dates he and _ had gone on before they found out she had the tumor. It was a brisk August night and they were out by the lake. The crisp air had the scent of apples and some lilac floating through it. _ and Matthew were laying on the bank, on a blanket. There they were watching for the meteor shower that was about to start. That was when _ had first told him she loved him. He as well to her. "I will always love you Mattie, forever," she said with her [eye color] glimmering as the shower started and her face was lit by the moonlight.
He hadn't realized it but he had started to cry in his sleep. It was then that Alfred and Arthur had found him to tell him the news. Arthur pulled a chair close to him and lightly shook him awake.
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
