I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
*~The Lyrics~*
Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless,
Little white flowers will never awaken you.
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you,
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Sunday is gloomy,
with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go.
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.
Dreaming,
I was only dreaming.
I wake and I find you,
Asleep in the deep of,
My heart,
Dear.
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you,
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you,
Gloomy Sunday.
~by Sarah McLachlan
*~Slumberless Hours ~*
"Sunday is Gloomy.
My hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you..."
~Lyrics by Sarah McLachlan
Blair had not slept in many long, excruciating hours. The man she loved was dead, killed by a bullet. His job had been a dangerous one, and in the end, it had taken him from her. Her soul had become crushed in knowing she would never see John again. Never again would he hold her in his arms and gently kiss her lips. He was gone. When death had come, it was all over.
How would she go on without him, the man that had finally revived her heart and had made her so happy? After all she had gone through with Todd, Eli, and the many other failed relationships she had endured over the years, it had been John who had came along to sweep her off her feet and they had shared something phenomenal. Now it was all gone. The pain Blair felt in her deepest heart was suffocating.
She had to be strong, courageous for her children, but she found herself in a constant state of melancholy. She couldn't just "snap out of it." She was lost now, unable to awaken from the horror of that one tragic moment, the one when she had been told her husband was never again coming home.
She went to the funeral home as now she must plan the inevitable. How do you say good-bye to your very heart? She picked the music, the flowers, and all the details of the most painful event she could ever imagine. Left alone in a room of sorrow, her eyes caught on a small bouquet of little white flowers all tied together in a royal-blue bow.
With a tired heart, Blair's eyes caught upon the fragrant bouquet. "John, I never wanted this... I only wanted you," she whispered, tears rushing from her sleepless eyes. This couldn't be real, could it? She only wanted to take it back; for John to come walking through that door to say, 'I'm sorry, darling. I'm here and I'll never leave you again.' But no... it wasn't to be. He wasn't coming back. Death was forever.
