Within Temptation – Covered by roses
For all we are is falling stars in the night,
A blinding light raging down from the sky.
The rise and fall, the rhapsody of our lives
It's all we are and know, we've got to let go.
He knew always that there will be no eternity for the two of them. And he saw it in her slowly graying hair. He saw it in the lines around her mouth and in the corners of her eyes. They seemed somehow more pronounced today on her pale face.
Doctors have said that she does not have long. Few hours at most. And he accepted it with no tears. They had all they wanted in life, no regrets and no missed opportunities.
She opened her eyes at last.
Good morning. – he greeted, stroking her hand gently.
A smile touched her lips and she slowly started to talk, as if in great pain.
Good morning to you too. How long have I slept?
How could he tell her that she had been unconscious and on machines for three weeks? How could he tell her that they have but hours left?
They had a nice life, full of adventures and exploring. They did more than they hoped they would. And still, it came too soon. He still couldn't say farewell.
Not long, the dawn is about to break.
He was doing his best to keep his mouth smiling and his voice strong, but the grief in his blue eyes could not be concealed. He loved her so much.
- It will be a beautiful day outside. – She continued, looking through window – a perfect day for a picnic. I wish I could go.
Sighing, she tore her eyes from the window and looked back to him.
- It has been so long since that day in New Mexico. I have gotten old and tired. Do not deny it, I see it too. - She stroked his face gently, his stubble tickling her palm. – I am sorry I have to go. We had some of the best times together. Now wish me farewell, love.
Together they sat for a while, watching the stars that she loved so much, disappear. He still held her hand. And as the last of the stars faded away, so did the light in her eyes.
Jane Foster was dead.
And then finally he let his calm facade break, finally let all the tears flow. He wanted to shout, but he had no strength to. He wanted to break something, but had no will to. Instead, he just stood there, silent tears slowly rolling down, dropping onto her now slowly cooling hand. Clueless as to what to do, he felt like a small child: sad and utterly lost.
Because, for the first time in centuries, Thor Odinson was powerless.
My first ffic, so positive criticism is welcome. Also, sorry if there are any grammar issues, English is not my first language.