A/N: No I don't own. Written in anticipation of 4x07 (no this isn't about that either). Something nagging at my mind while listening to Ellie Goulding. :) Enjoy, mon amis!
Clinging to me
Like a last breath you would breathe
You were like home to me
I don't recognize the street
She stands there on one end of the world, he stands on the other. The cold northern air pulls at her blonde curls, and when she closes her eyes, she remembers the way he had held her close, so close she felt his heart beating in her chest.
Please don't close your eyes
Don't know where to look without them
Outside the cars speed by
I never heard them until now
He closes his eyes, accepting her request. She doesn't want to do it, but her brain won over her heart. The two words on her lips leave her quietly, and his lips on her hand still leave that soft whisper.
I know you care, I know it is always been there
But there is trouble ahead I can feel it
You are just saving yourself when you hide it
It's night like these that he wonders if she's looking at the moon, like he is. He stares at the pearlescent orb hanging in the sky, and his heart aches when it reminds him of the diamonds he'd given her. He looks up at the moon, and the human heart inside of him holds onto it. He thinks it's the one thing they both see right now. He never let her see inside his heart. She didn't deserve the darkness, the pain, the loneliness of one thousand years. He loves her still that much to deny himself.
Yeah, I know you care
I see it in the way that you stare
As if there was trouble ahead, and you knew it
I'll be saving myself from the ruin
And I know you care
She watches the moon that night. She remembered nights—hundreds of years of nights where he'd taken her to the highest peaks and they'd just watched the moon. He would sit in the snow, she would sit next to him. She'd be admiring the glow of it against the darkness, and he'd be admiring the glow of her. She pretended she never saw those looks, but now, that's all she sees. She sees him in the way that he'd stare. But she couldn't let him see her.
I know it wasn't always wrong
But I've never known a winter so cold
Now I don't want my hands in a coat
But I still hope
She stands there alone. For a thousand years the cold hasn't bothered her, but she feels her heart freezing away, curling up like a dying rose. She'd never felt cold so cold. There was a time when he would have held her arms out, and she would have lost herself in his arms. She wants that again.
Cuz this is how things ought to have been
And I know the worst of it wasn't all that it seemed
Why can't I dream? Do I care to dream?
"A thousand years. Your beauty has only blossomed with time, love." She opens her blue eyes, determined that this is a hallucination. Their worst wasn't the worst. It wasn't her worst, and it definitely wasn't his worst.
"I thought I'd never see you again," she breathes, her breath fogging. He kneels down in the snow behind her and wraps his arms around her.
"Impossible. I'm never leaving you."