Hey guys! So here's another story from me. Please review because this story actually holds some personal meaning to me and I really want to know your opinion. No bashing though, thanks! I own nothing by the way. Season 5, here we come!
Song: I'll Stand by You by Gina Glocksen
Oh, why
you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me
now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'cause
I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You
don't know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love
you less
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
Won't let
nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me
in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
And
when...
When the night falls on you, baby
You're feeling all
alone
You won't be on your own
I'll
stand by you
I'll stand by you
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"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another historic night…"
As Mouth's voice faded away into the dark, starry night, all that could be heard were the various yells and voices of the newly graduated Tree Hill Seniors. But maybe in four years, they would all be back here with new stories, new loves, and new obstacles awaiting them.
4 Years Later
As Coach Whitey walked through the different aisles of graves in the Tree Hill Memorial Cemetery, he paused in front of one particular grave. He gently kneeled down, placed a forget-me-not on the top of the grave, and began to cry. He lightly traced his fingers over the name engraved. Camilla. His Camilla. A love so strong that it even withstood death itself. Although, Camilla was no longer physically present, Coach Whitey's love for her never faltered.
On the other side of the cemetery, a woman walked through the cemetery until she found his grave. Holding the hand of a much younger child, she led them to his grave. Gently placing a lily on the grave, the younger child did the same.
"Mommy, does daddy ever get the flowers we leave for him?" the smaller child asked.
Karen Roe was raising her second child who would grow up without a father. However, Lily would not be as blessed as Lucas who had Keith. Nevertheless, the young girl had her own "Keith". She found him in Lucas, her big brother.
Karen knelt down and hugged the little girl. Her Lily. She wiped away the tears falling from her little girl's eyes and smiled. Her little eyes were so innocent, full of wonder and fascination, but still there was a glimpse of sadness.
"Of course daddy gets the flowers we leave for him, honey. Remember, this is our special way of communicating with Daddy since-"
"Daddy's in heaven now, right Mommy?"
Karen nodded and blinked back the tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Give Daddy a kiss okay Lily?"
"You'll do it too Mommy, right?"
Together, mother and daughter placed a kiss in their palm and laid their palm gently on the marble top of the grave.
"I love you Daddy."
"I love you Keith," Karen swallowed back a lump of tears waiting to emerge; "Our other boy is coming home today. You would be so proud of the man he's become Keith. He's just like you. Thank you for everything. For Lily, for making Lucas the man he is today, and for your love."
She grabbed the young girl's hands and together they walked back home. As they walked past the little lily garden Karen planted in front of her house, a gentle breeze went by. As Lily ran into the house, Karen whispered, "Keith."