In the Wings
Azurian Dreamer
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own West Side Story.
Summary: In the wings, someone watches.
Author's Note: There is nothing I can say to explain what follows. So, I simply bid you: enjoy.
I was there when he first spoke her name. I heard the tones of his voice when he sang it. "Maria, Maria. I've just met a girl named Maria." And in that moment, I knew what hate was. I hated Maria for taking his heart. It had never been mine, but I coveted it. Then I heard his voice more clearly. There was such joy in it I could hardly breathe with the feel of it. I chose to love her, because he loved her; and I, I loved him.
I heard the sound of his silencer. I watched as he fell. I listened as he sang his last note, a word trapped in the middle of a sentence designed never to end. I sobbed as she touched his face, shook as she closed his eyes. I didn't flinch as she swung the gun at me. I couldn't. I was afraid. As much as I knew Tony could never be mine, I was afraid of living in a world void of the sound and sight of him. The breath of him was gone, and I wished to be with it.
When they took his form away, when at last Maria pulled herself from the ground and left, I fell to my knees. And I breathed, in and out, again and again, until my breath was nothing more than the breeze that stirred the curtains just off-stage. And there I stayed, there I am, from tomorrow to tomorrow, from now until forever, watching again as he falls in love with a girl named Maria.
A.N.: Derive from this what you will. I have no idea what it means, but that really isn't the point, now is it?
~Azzie
Azurian Dreamer
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own West Side Story.
Summary: In the wings, someone watches.
Author's Note: There is nothing I can say to explain what follows. So, I simply bid you: enjoy.
I was there when he first spoke her name. I heard the tones of his voice when he sang it. "Maria, Maria. I've just met a girl named Maria." And in that moment, I knew what hate was. I hated Maria for taking his heart. It had never been mine, but I coveted it. Then I heard his voice more clearly. There was such joy in it I could hardly breathe with the feel of it. I chose to love her, because he loved her; and I, I loved him.
I heard the sound of his silencer. I watched as he fell. I listened as he sang his last note, a word trapped in the middle of a sentence designed never to end. I sobbed as she touched his face, shook as she closed his eyes. I didn't flinch as she swung the gun at me. I couldn't. I was afraid. As much as I knew Tony could never be mine, I was afraid of living in a world void of the sound and sight of him. The breath of him was gone, and I wished to be with it.
When they took his form away, when at last Maria pulled herself from the ground and left, I fell to my knees. And I breathed, in and out, again and again, until my breath was nothing more than the breeze that stirred the curtains just off-stage. And there I stayed, there I am, from tomorrow to tomorrow, from now until forever, watching again as he falls in love with a girl named Maria.
A.N.: Derive from this what you will. I have no idea what it means, but that really isn't the point, now is it?
~Azzie