Hi There! I wrote another story! It's a little different then my usual, I warn you.
Other warnings: Language. Possibly.
Disclaimer: I own neither Adam Lambert nor Tommy Joe Ratliff. If I did, though-

We best not get into that.
Enjoy! :D

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The moon was bright in the sky, casting an eerie silver light over the silent city below it. It was well past midnight, and most people were asleep, resting up for whatever Monday morning brought. One person, though, wasn't asleep. He stood, wide awake, out on the terrace, leaning against the railing. Despite the freezing mid-winter temperature, he was wearing only pajama pants, not even batting an eye as the snowflakes danced from the sky, landing on him with a lazy grace only snow could have.

He looked sadly out at the frozen city, admiring how the cold moonlight made the snow sparkle. It was silent beauty that most never got to see. He himself had seen it once before, on this exact night two years ago. At the time, he had been over the moon, happier then he could ever imagine being. Happiness now seemed like something he could never have, and never could've had. That was the only difference. One of the only differences...

A single tear ran down his face, and he gripped the railing so tightly his knuckles were white. He tried to find peace in the fallen snow, at least a shred of happiness. But there was none. The snow only brought memories, and a sadness that absoloutely no one should know. With another tear, came more memories; thoughts and feelings from the night two years before. They were all so happy, so joyful, so unbelievably perfect, they made him feel as if he had a knife to his heart.

Another tear fell, and he truly began to cry, heartbroken sobs tearing past his lips, and cutting through the night's silence violently. He buried his head in his hands, finally letting out everything he had hidden inside himself.

He almost felt relief as he cried, as if finally admitting his heartbreak was one step closer to making it go away. He new it wasn't, though. His heartbreak was one that would never go away.

For hours he just stood there, staring out at the city and crying, until the moon dissapeared, and a shred of sunlight appeared over the horizon. With a deep breath, his crying ceased, and he wiped the remaining tears from his face.

The town was soon to wake, bringing life back to the sleeping town before him. The view was still beautiful, but it brought back different memories. His mind was now filled with the sound of screams, and shattering glass. Wiping a tear from his face, he looked down at his chest, running his hand across the large scar present there.

"It should've been me," he whispered into the silence, "Not him."

Two years ago, standing there, Tommy had finally agreed to marry him.

A year ago, standing there, he was constantly praying, hoping that we would wake up, that he would live.

Right then, stadning there, he was so completely heartbroken, looking out ot the same view he had to see on the night of his finacee's death.

He felt so depressed standing there, he almost regretted coming outside. But he knew he needed to. It was the only thing that made the pain fade slightly; that made him feel closer to him. He could almost picture him standing there, and it made him feel good.

It made him feel as close as he could be to happy.

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Well, I told you it was different. I'm not sure what compelled me to write this. Maybe it's because the goldfish I got an hour already died. Or maybe it's because I'm PMS-ing really bad. Whatever it is, this was the result.

I hope you liked it anyway, because I actually did.

Um, I'm always taking requests, so feel free to send me those, and I would LOVE it if you reviewed.

And remember- I love you if you read this.

Savannah :D(: