Broken Dreams
I want to start by thanking every single one of you who reviewed and added to favorites "Closure and Healing". I'm so happy that you liked it. Thank you so much for your words. 3
Moving on, story number 3 is inspired by a Spanish song called "Sueños Rotos" (Broken Dreams) from "La quinta estación" (The Fifth Season), really great song, I heard it again the other day and this came to mind.
Again, sorry for any mistake, I promise I'm gonna try to start my English class again next year.
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or its characters or the song. Nothing is mine :(
That dead rose in the street awaits
Message after message, preparing itself to fly
Because you have been my companion
Because now you're nothing and now everything is pointless
Placing a white rose on top of her tombstone it's not enough.
Even if he could place all the roses on earth, it wouldn't be enough.
They can't describe how the world seems darker, emptier.
They're only roses, so fragile to hold his feelings, so meaningless to tell their story.
But he does it anyway.
Every week he goes and placed a single white rose.
Because there's nothing more to do.
If I didn't know how to love you it wasn't your fault
I don't believe in love and that's not my fault
If I fail to understand and I lost you
If every day you give me makes you suffer
It wasn't the plan, it wasn't the dream.
Life got in the way, they couldn't stop it, and they lost each other.
Death got in the way, he couldn't stop it, and he lost her again.
So many mistakes made, so much time wasted.
So many things left unsaid and so many things left undone.
He broke her heart, she broke his. It didn't lessen the love, only increased the pain.
Someone came and broke them both. Causing agonizing pain for the lost love.
To see you once again
With your eyes saturated from yesterday
With the sweetness of a love that no one sees
With the promise of that last coffee
With a bunch of broken dreams
Faith and hope went away with her.
Faith to see her return home went away.
Hope for a second chance went away.
Pure and true love went away with her.
And he was left behind, like a star-crossed lover -what a cliché- but not destined to wonder what could have been.
He knows the life that would have been, for a time he had that life.
He was left behind.
Like a star-crossed lover.
Praying to see her once again.
With a bunch of broken dreams.
Destined to wonder why love wasn't enough.