Disclaimer: I don't own Grojband or any of the characters.
Larry is 21 years old.
(Larry's POV)
I stood in front of the little church, facing Carrie as the pastor went on with the ceremony. I was hardly listening, though. I was paying too much attention to the beautiful person in front of me, who was beaming. The pastor then said the part I had been waiting for.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." He said, looking at me, and motioning to Carrie, who was smiling excitedly. I smiled too, as the best moment of my life was about to happen. I leaned in, about to touch my lips to hers. We were centimeters apart...
Then, everything around me disappeared into darkness. I sat up in my bed, wiping my tear-soaked face with my arm. I looked around the dark room. There was no pastor, no church…
I looked at the empty space next to me.
…and no Carrie. I felt a few fresh tears escape from my eyes as I felt the sheets next to me. They were cold from lack of use. I looked over at my alarm clock. It read 11:37 PM. I sighed, and put my face in my hands. I still remember the day, and it's haunted me every day of my life.
The rain…
The bridge…
The slippery road…
Her screams…
The water rushing up to meet us…
All these things flashed in my mind every time I thought of her. It was all my fault. I closed my eyes, and tried to remember something of her that wasn't…that. I remember when we first met, when we started the band, when we first kissed, when we became a couple, when we moved in together, and…when I had asked her to marry me. I realized that, through all of these dreams come true, my one true dream never did. To be her husband. To truly call her mine. I started to lightly cry again at the thought. I miss her so much.
Suddenly, I remembered something I had heard once. A quote that my mother had told me: Tears are words that need to be written. I sighed and got up, trying to wipe away the new tears that leaked out. I walked over to my lonely desk by the window, and opened one of the drawers. There is was. I saw a dusty, red and black book among all the junk in there. I picked it up and blew on it, filling the air with dust. I opened it, and a small smile appeared on my face. My lyric book. I flipped through the pages, looking at all the songs I had written in the past, with the occasional doodle of me and Carrie that I had drawn when she didn't know I liked her. I was filled with slight sadness when I thought of how happy we were then.
Finally, after a while of skimming thought the pages, I came to a blank one. I sighed again, and put it down on the desk as I sat down in the chair. I picked up a pencil and started writing.
On a quiet night when I'm alone,
I think of you 'til the break of dawn.
I miss your face, I miss your smile.
I haven't seen it in a while.
I close my eyes so I can see,
The memories of you and me.
The love and laughs that we have shared,
And all the times that you have spared.
Then, a surge of sadness from within,
Can't stop the tears from rushing in.
I miss the way you hold me tight.
Oh, how I wish you were here tonight.
I start to feel this pain inside,
And, no matter what, I cannot hide.
I always try, but always fail.
Can't help myself, my heart is frail.
I sighed and closed the book, putting my pencil down, and put the book back into the drawer. I looked out the window, up at the sky. I reached out, pressing my hand against the cool glass.
"I miss you, Care…" I whispered.
BTW, don't own the poem (sadly).
