Deep in a corner of the night
We were lying in the middle of the road
"Charles?" You called out. It was dark out, the sun long having gone down. You walked along the pond, finding Charles underneath one of the many trees. "Charles, what are you doing here? It's freezing!"
"I couldn't sleep," he mumbled. "Too many voices."
"If you need help you could always ask me," you told him, sitting down in the grass next to him.
"This is one thing you can't heal, Y/N," he told you.
Counting the planes as they flew by
Inconceivable imagining them go
"You're not alone, Charles. You could always talk to me."
"I'm aware. It can be very… difficult at times. To find someone to talk to, I mean. Not many can understand."
"I've known you for so long, Charles. From what you've told me and shown me, I think I'm the most qualified person to talk to," you smiled. He smiled back, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"How come you're out here?" He asked, changing the conversation.
"Couldn't sleep either. Something's been bothering me."
And drunk we set the world to rights
As we fell and hit our heads upon the curb
"Oh? What's been bothering you?"
"I feel like something bad's about to happen. There's a feeling in my chest. Like… we're about to be threatened. And someone's going to get hurt."
"You can really feel that?" He asked, switching his position so that his legs were stretched out instead of crossed.
You nodded, "My mutation is not only healing. Recently I've gained this sort of… precognition."
"I could use that in the future."
"I have a feeling that you will," you joked.
You make me laugh until I die
Can you think of any better way to choke?
He laughed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
"Good to know you still have the same sense of humour after all these years," he said. He then paused, and continued, "I'm worried."
"About what I saw? What I felt?"
"You saw something as well?"
"I… I can't tell you. And you're not allowed to look into my head. You would try to stop it, but now that I've seen it, it must happen. You have to understand that."
Stories told to me and stories told to you
And did you ever feel like they were ringing true?
"Y/N…"
"Charles, please," you begged. "You are not allowed to see it. Promise me that you won't look."
"I promise," he muttered.
"Thank you."
"Of course," he paused. "Did you see anything that you could tell me?"
"Er… I saw a woman."
"Is she pretty?"
You chuckled at Charles, "Yes, Charles, she's very pretty."
And all their words for glory
Well they always sounded empty
"Not as pretty as you," he remarked. You and Charles always harmlessly flirted with each other, but sometimes the words he spoke left butterflies in your stomach and a blush on your cheeks.
"You don't even know what she looks like."
He shrugged, "I can tell, though. Perhaps I have precognition as well."
"Yeah, sure," you laughed, shoulder-bumping him.
"Y/N, I happen to think you're a very beautiful woman," he said, looking straight at you. You could feel your cheeks start to heat up.
"Oh, well, erm, thanks, I guess? Yes, thank you," you stuttered. He chuckled and shook his head.
When we're looking up for heaven
Looking up for heaven
"Seriously. You're gorgeous. Let me show you," he said. He leaned in, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you. But, alas, he held a hand up to your forehead and sent images through your head.
Images of you laughing at a joke.
Images of you flipping pages of a book.
Images of you drinking a cup of tea.
Images of you dancing in the rain.
Charles retracted his hand.
And way down here upon the ground
When we're lying in the dirt
"Do you see what I mean?" He asked you.
"Sure," you nodded. He sighed.
"Y/N…"
"Can we go back to talking about the future?"
"We could talk about our future."
"Charles, please," you begged him. He smirked and leaned into you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
"Y/N, please," he mocked. You turned your head to look at him, a sour look on your face. He leaned in again. "I'm about to do something, and if you don't like it, we can forget it ever happened, okay?"
"Wh-"
There's no looking up for heaven
Looking up for heaven
You were cut off by Charles smashing his lips against yours. At first, you didn't return the kiss, out of pure shock. After a moment, though, you came to terms with it and kiss him back.
"Was that good?" Charles asked after he had pulled away.
"I don't know, I think I have to have multiple tests before I can come to an absolute conclusion," you said. Charles laughed and pulled you in for another kiss.
Not everything had gone to plan
But we made the best of what we had, you know
You sat beside the hospital bed, holding Charles' hand as he slept. You knew this was coming. You had felt it, seen it. But still, you were not prepared for it. The bullet had hit his lower spine, and the Doctors didn't know if he would ever walk again. You were ready to heal him, but you knew that Charles would have wanted you to talk to him about first. So, you waited for him to wake.
Eventually, he stirred, causing you to lift your head and help him sit up.
"What's the verdict?" He asked.
"The Doctors say it doesn't look too good," you shook your head. His shoulders dropped and his hands fumbled in his lap. "I… I could heal you if you would like."
"No!" He exclaimed. "No, no thank you."
Passing the drink from hand to hand
We admit we really know nothing at all
"That's okay. I saw you. In the future. You were in a wheelchair."
"Were you with me?" He asked.
"Of course," you smiled. "I'll never leave your side, Charles."
"Thank you, Y/N. Thank you."
Stories told to me and stories told to you
And was it feeling real, and were they ringing true?
And all their words for glory
Well they always sounded empty
When we're looking up for heaven
Looking up for heaven
And way down here upon the ground
When we're lying in the dirt
There's no looking up for heaven
Looking up for heaven
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(P.S I shortened the lyrics because it's 2am for me and I thought where I ended it was a good place to stop, so, sorry for the verse and ½ missing)