A/N: Just a little something that I wanted to write for Jim and Jean as an entry in SimpleObsession-1's Valentine's Day Fluff/Romance Challenge (assuming I can do so twice! :P). The song "La Vie En Rose" is the signature song of Edith Piaf and I thought it would make a nice little song-fic :) Hope you enjoy!
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La Vie En Rose
Jean Taggart had never had much time for Valentine's Day.
All of that schmaltzy love stuff had never really been her style, good thing too as her husband regularly forgot all about it. Besides she hadn't needed a holiday to remind her of her love for her husband.
This year, however, it was different. This year she was alone.
Hold me close and hold me fast.
This magic spell you cast;
This is la vie en rose.
The soft music played in the background as she twirled the fake red rose in her hand, Jim had given it to her years ago.
Originally the rose had been a part of a beautiful bouquet of red roses, accompanied by a note expressing one of the sweetest things he had ever said to her: I will love you until the last of these roses dies.
Roses had always been one of her favourite flowers and the song La Vie En Rose had become their song.
When you kiss me, heaven sighs.
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose.
When you press me to your heart,
I'm in a world apart.
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak,
Angels fly from above.
Everyday words seem to turn
Into love songs
She had loved the song because of how it spoke of the little things making life special. The sentiment had suited her and Jim perfectly, he was not a man of grand gestures but the little things he did made her feel special, loved.
Give your heart and soul to me.
Babe, it's gonna be
La vie en rose.
Mmm, when you press me to your heart,
I'm in a world apart.
A world where roses bloom
The song had also been one of her favourites to dance to, back when she had been able to dance.
She still remembered how he would hold her close and whisper the words in her ear.
"La vie en rose."
Looking through the world with rose tinted glasses that had been their love, at least in the beginning. As they matured the song had served of a reminder of when their love was young and innocent.
An escape from the world.
She had always told him that if she ever threatened to leave him all he had to do was play that song and it would stop her in her tracks.
And when you speak,
Angels fly from above.
Everyday words seem to turn
Into love songs.
Only she hadn't been the one to leave.
In the end he had left her and now all she was left with were the memories.
Give your heart, your soul to me.
Babe, it's gonna be
La vie en rose.
Jean Taggart had never had much time for Valentine's Day, but as she looked at the rose that her husband had given her all those years ago she admitted to herself that it was good to celebrate love. Good to remember what it was like to see the world through rose coloured glasses.
All the better to remember to one who had made that vision of life possible.
As the last notes of the song faded into nothing she gently put the rose aside and thanked Jim, wherever he may be, that she had been privileged to see the world through rose tinted glasses.
With him.