Don't know what to do anymore, I've lost the only love worth fighting for

I'll drowned in my tears, don't men see

That would show you, that would make you hurt like me

All the same, I don't want more playing games

It's just a shame, to let you walk away

Is there a chance, a fragment of light

At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight

Is there a chance you may change your mind

Or are we ashes and wine

Don't know if our fates already seen

This day's a spinning circus on a wheel

And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss

Coffee-laced, intoxicating on her lips

Shut it out, I've got no claim on you now

Not a lot to weigh your freedom down, no

Is there a chance, a fragment of light

At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight

Is there a chance you may change your mind

Or are we ashes and wine

And I'll tear myself away

Because if that is what you need

there is nothing left to say but. . .

Is there a chance, a fragment of light

At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight

Is there a chance you may change your mind

Or are we ashes and wine

We're distilled ashes and wine

Or are we ashes and wine - Ashes and Wine, A Fine Frenzy

Emily was her cousin. She shouldn't be feeling such hate towards a relative. A loving relative. But when Leah received the wedding invitation in the mail, she had experienced a surge of anger towards the closest thing to a sister she had ever had that was far beyond rationalization. But her anger was quickly followed by a load of heart wrenching sadness that was the lowest emotional point in her life. She knew Sam was going to get around to it, she told herself. "Get a hold of yourself, Leah. He's been thinking about it for weeks," she told her empty house, but it didn't lessen the pain. The heartbreak rushed forward in a tidal wave as she collapsed onto a nearby couch, cradling her head in her hands. Leah knew the power of the imprint, but she had always believed that under the compulsion of loving Emily, of the imprint, that he truly loved her, the one he had chosen of his own free will. But apparently, she had been wrong. And the result of this mistaken calculation had led her to so much grief, so much hurt. But after an hour of countless sobs, innumerable tears, and unstoppable pain, Leah went numb. There were no more tears left to cry, her voice lost its ability to make noise, and she felt no more. It was an out of body sensation like nothing she had ever experienced. And while she sat and contemplated from the outside looking in, she experienced an epiphany. A moment of clarity, a lucidity that brought the world into technicolor. And Leah stood, and went to her bedroom, and packed. If a stranger had peeked in on such a scene, they would have seen such an action as insignificant. But Leah understood that the magnitude of the impact of such an act was incomprehensible. She only took the necessary toiletries and clothes, all the money and credit cards in her name, got into the car she had owned since she was 16, and drove off the reservation. And then, the world that she had once identified as her own transformed into a living, breathing time bomb.