Summer after high school when we first met,
We make out in your Mustang to Radio head,
And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos
Long, chestnut hair falling into her eyes, she gazed silently at the water. They were docking in Paris. The city of love, or so it was called by many. 'Yeah, right. The city of shattered dreams is what I'll remember it as.'Refusing to let her round, mocha eyes betray her grief anymore, the slender girl turned around, forcing a fake smile onto her face. Welcoming newcomers. Always her forte.
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof,
Talk about our future like we had a clue,
Never plan that one day I'd be losing you...
Her heart had been torn asunder several months ago, by her first love. She meant first, because he'd taught her (along with his rambunctious twin, of course) to remain optimistic in the face of tragedy. He broke her heart, but then again, wasn't it all London, that raven-haired beauty's fault? No? Deep down, she knew that she shouldn't blame her friend. Yet she couldn't help it, and once again the hurt and bitterness spilled out. But Bailey was, after numerous such moments like this, well-trained to deal with these situations. Brushing the stray hazel strands away from her face, she made sure to hide the feelings down, internally, and strode down to the docking bridge confidently.
And in another life I would be your girl,
We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world;
And in other life I would make you stay,
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away,
The one that got away . . .
'Come on! Look cheerful!'She knew Cody wouldn't have wanted to see her a wreck like this, but could she help it that, even after nearly a year had passed and she was a successful singer, she felt as if a chance at happiness and pure, ecstatic bliss had passed her by? Sighing quietly to herself, the brunette was suddenly weary with the world and it's harmful jabs at her. It was terrible.
And in another life,
I would make you stay,
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away,
The one that got away.
There he was, stunning as ever in his prim, neat suit. His immaculate blond hair was obviously well taken cared of, though it couldn't be compared to his wife's bushy mane of onyx locks. Deep, emotional eyes widening as her knees wobbled when she was greeted by this astonishing sight, Bailey could think of nothing except to flee. Flight or Fight. But she couldn't help it, she was paralyzed with shock, and as the couple started dragging their luggage towards her, the young woman knew she'd never be the same again. 'Hah! As if that could happen again.'There it was, her sarcastic nature surfacing. It hadn't used to appear so often. Not before he left her.
"Hi Cody. Hi London. ... It's .. great to see you again!"
Oh, how could she live like this?
Bailey didn't know.
But she had to continue on, for Cody (okay, okay, and her other friends as well)'s sake.