I've had George's voice in my head for a few weeks now. All the interviews at the beginning of the show had Russell mention how he was the one who would age and die. So I had to write this.
I will continue with the other story now.
I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
You were supposed to bury me. That was the plan. We didn't set it in so many words, but the agreement was sealed. From the very beginning there was the great divide between the three of us.
The only real difference.
On one side were the two of you, cold, dead. You knew what lies ahead beyond the door; a secret you both agreed to keep from me. Because you see, I know you lied. Perhaps this was the first thing that tied you together, linked by a code of silence.
On the other side: lonely old me. I didn't complain, I know you didn't suddenly decide to alienate me. It was the price I paid for my still-beating heart for being a part-timer when you were in it for the long run.
The very, very long run.
I was supposed to go grey and wrinkled while you still looked like youthful gods.
You were both supposed to stand before my grave and say some solemn words about me. You see, I had pictured it in my mind. You would make a joke about my OCD tendencies and my girlie cries and then remember the good times and promise to never forget me.
Annie would cry. And you'd pretend not to behind your shades.
After, I imagined, you'd take her hand and you would travel the world, no longer tied to me, to the last bit of your humanity and mine.
You'd order the headstone and she'd lay paper flowers on my grave.
In my old age you'd probably pass me off as your grandfather, and it would delight me to think people trying to reconcile the idea of all of us sharing the same DNA.
After a while the plan changed. I no longer was supposed to die alone: Nina came and the world opened up for me. But still, we both had the promise of our death. I imagined one of us would go first and the other would follow not long after, you both would help that one get their affairs in order before the final goodbye. Or maybe we'd go together.
Nice and clean and together.
I never thought I'd be so lucky to get the promise of another generation. That the line would not die down with me. The plan morphed once more and I guessed you'd both be around to be the fairy godparents of my child.
You both had looked genuinely happy.
And once again I carried the remorse. Survivor's guilt if you may. Why did I have the chance that you didn't? I could see it in Annie's eyes. Beautiful Annie; both mother and child of us.
I once threatened that I wouldn't tell my child your name. And now, how could I not?
Why aren't you here to meet my son or daughter?
You checked out before the time, before I even looked older than you both. Before I got cranky and bitched and moaned about things 'back in the old times'. You were supposed to stay hip and cool while I became an old fart.
You were the true essence of rock'n'roll.
So you're gone. And she'd stayed behind. Once, she turned her back on her door because of you and you left her now. You told her you were forever but it didn't last that long.
I hate you for that, and I hate myself.
She's your widow you know? She was robbed of your ring, and your name, your children and your future. Her silent sorrow is the saddest image I will ever see.
I know it's just a matter of time before she goes. I find myself looking out for doors on my peripheral vision. No, not doors. Her door.
She'll leave me too before I go grey.
Immortality is the biggest joke. You see, I've realized that vampires don't live forever; they're just a little harder to kill.
You were supposed to bury me.
That was the way it was meant to be.