Kudos to anyone who knows what the song is from.
Allergy Warnings: References to drugs and prostitution.
Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play
It was a chilly spring day, rain pounding down on the unsuspecting occupants of Radiant Garden. It was six o'clock, and I was sitting on the edge of a windowsill, watching the children in light jackets dancing in the rain. Their mother called them in for dinner, and they ran excitedly to the door.
The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you
Leon didn't come home. Not that night, not the day after, not two months later…
Without you, the stars roar, the girl smiles, the cloud moves
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash
What if he was dead? After all, he didn't call. He didn't come back for his things. He didn't even say good-bye. There could have been an accident, and I wouldn't know, because no one knew about me.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you
Two months without a word from him… It was enough to drive one crazy. I'd had to resort to my old job in order to live. It wasn't exactly a great job, and I was often looked down upon by even those I served, but it paid the bills and it earned me enough money to buy my addiction.
The world revives, colors renew
But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue
Within me blue…
Without you
He had helped me stop. He was the reason I had been clean for a year. He was the only reason I even existed anymore, but he still left… He left so easily. Why didn't he at least say good-bye?
Without you, the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walk, the lungs breathe
I didn't know if I was alive or dead. All I felt was desire for the most carnal pleasures. I had no love left. I had no passion left. My will to survive was only because I needed to know what became of him.
The mind churns, the heart yearns, the tears dry, without you
What type of a life was I living? It couldn't truly be called living; I merely existed, and nothing more. I did drugs and I sold myself. How could I have expected him to stay? Keeping him to myself for a year and a half was more punishment than he deserved.
I felt filthy. All I had to show for the wonderful year and a half I had been granted was an existence even worse than the one I had had before. Because I had vanished without explanation for so long, I was treated even worse at "the house" than originally. Before, I had at least earned a slight respect among the newer "recruits," but afterwards even they treated me like shit. On top of that, my main supplier had been arrested-- probably thanks to him-- and I now had to walk sixteen blocks from my residence to get a decent deal.
Life goes on, but I'm gone, cause I die without you…
I was slowly killing myself.
Without you…
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