I know I should be writing Paris always was where they were best, but I had an urge to write a one-shot, so here it is. The song is 'the way old friends do' by ABBA, I love the word and they fit so well (I hope you agree). This is kinda a comparison of Jibbs past to Jibbs present (before judgement day).Any way, enjoy and please leave a review.
The way old friends do
You and I can share the silence,
Finding comfort together,
The way old friends do.
They sit in that attic day in day out, so small in size, cramped and stuffy. Yet when they're together, sometimes words aren't needed, for they know each other, find comfort in each other. Because that's how friends are.
After fights and words of violence,
We make up with each other
The way old friends do.
Fights happen, there again with who do they not, but they make up. Because in reality it's not what is said in those words of violence that counts, it's how you make up, and that's what friends do.
Times of joy and times of sorrow,
We will always see it through,
Oh I don't care what comes tomorrow,
We can face it together,
The way old friends do.
They face sorrow every day, meet people on the worst day on their lives, yet bring joy to one another, and see cases through. When they're together, neither one cares what tomorrow brings, for they will face it, together. The way that friends do.
You and I can share the silence,
Finding comfort together,
The way old friends do.
Years have passed now, she chose work over him, and he remarried (and divorced). But again they reunite, and in the few moments they get to be silent together, all past differences seem to be forgotten as they share the silence, fining comfort together, in those few moments in a way which only old friends know how.
After fights and words of violence,
We make up with each other,
The way old friends do.
The fights and words of violence are more frequent now; no longer rare but a part of everyday life, and making up, well it just isn't the same. Once a special thing, now a look of sorrow from across the room, or a feeling of guilt after the door has slammed. But that's how it is nowadays, that's how old friends do it.
Times of joy and times of sorrow,
We will always see it through,
Oh I don't care what comes tomorrow
We can face it together,
The way old friends do.
Times of sorrow still remain as the people they meet face their worst day, yet times of joy are few and far between. Not caring what comes tomorrow, well…it seems to no longer exist. But they face it together, as part of a team, not as individuals anymore, but that's how old friends face it.
We can face it together,
The way old friends do.
Facing it together in their hearts, that has stayed, the feeling of safety and knowing each other, that remains. But, she chose work, and he remarried (and divorced), they split up and now no more are they together as one. But that's what time does to two old friends.