Ok, this is my first fic so go easy on me, please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing really, especially not The OC.
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She.
He watched her face as the lights grew darker and the day turned into night.
She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
They had spent the day together, doing nothing, just enjoying eachothers company. As the day went by, he found himself enjoying himself more than he had done in months, more than he had ever done actually.
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell...
They had gone to the beach, swimming and laughing togther and later they had gone to see a movie. When they returned to the poolhouse they were both exhausted and fell asleep in eachothers arms.
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die
He woke up and felt something warm lying cuddled up next to him. He turned around and there she was. She was lying there, next to him like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like she hed always done it and alway would.
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
He realised that no matter how hard it was, no matter what happened, it was all worth it, just because of small moments like this, being able to wake up next to a beautiful woman without an ounce of regret in his body. Being able to hold her and call her his. Being able to sleep through a whole night, without a single nightmare.
Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She...She
Oh, she...
As he saw her lying there on the bed, that's when he realised it.
He would always be there to pick her up when she falls.
Because he loved her.