Disclaimer: I don't own the song, Lyrics, Characters, Nada but the plot.

Anyway. So I was inspired by the song Eleanor Rigby By the Beatles while riding with my mom to pick up my little sister from school. It was actually supposed to be more love-sick-ish. But my Muse decided it was gonna be more Character Death Lovesick styled. So Enjoy, Drop a review, and Please be nice, It's my first fic. Although If you feel the need to flame then do so. I'm not too fond of how I portrayed Reno... But oh well I suppose.

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

She Smiled Sadly, Thinking of him. Humming along to the song, Wondering how so many people could Swarm the City and Still be Lonely. It seemed Everywhere you looked there were couples.

'Except here' She thought Bitterly

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream

And the Reality is she'll never be married, as many times as she attends marriage ceremonies, she'll never be a bride, she knows it. He never would Commit himself.

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

Why for Him of course. That Damned Turk. Flaming Hair she couldn't forget, Mako eyes that had Managed to Burn themselves unto her Eyelids, and that Damned Cocky attitude.

She sat by that Window, Looking out at Da-Chao, Hoping He would return, As she knew she would do until her dying Day.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?

Broken relationships and sad stories, of course. She answered.

All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

We all Belong somewhere. Just sometimes That Place isn't willing to take us. She answered.

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.

Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

He doesn't, she answered.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came

Little did any know, he had attended, and realized he was too late.

Mako eyes moistened, red hair tugged on in an attempt to still the tears

He nearly let out an angry cry. He held himself together.

Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

He walked to the grave, Glaring at the Skies. She had been taken too soon.

He had been too late. She had died from a broken heart.

And Her 'Friends' Had not even came.

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

He spoke aloud. "I was too stupid to realize then Yuff, But You were the one. I should've committed.

I'm sorry for this." A lone tear slipped down his face. He kissed the stone, took out his lighter, lit a Cigarette and sat there, Contemplating his idiocy.

"Well so Long Babe. I hope we meet in the life stream one day. Till then see you Soon I'm sure."

After all Lovers Die of broken hearts in close timing, and He was a turk anyway.

He'd be dead soon enough And then he'd see her again. He left that grave, The sky rumbling, It rained.

And For once he didn't mind. It reminded him of her and though he despised the rain, He Didn't Mind.

Several sets of eyes watched this display in astonishment. Who would've thought the turk cared.

And her words came to them. "He's not really such a bad guy, He'll be there when it counts."

And He was there. And It counted. He was too Long and too late, but at least he had come.