Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.

Spring. Winter had just ended, and things were coming to life. Angel loved him. He said he loved her. Things were right. Very physical, everything. But she was only 16. She wouldn't have understood.

The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.

Her best friend is sick. The little Spanish dancer made her mistake and now they're both suffering. Angel was afraid this would happen. It was happening a lot now. Too much. Angel became scared for her. The tiny dancer hated it. Baring life without each other.

Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.

Angel spins in the sunlight, her dress caught in the breeze. She trip and falls on the ground, but is gently lifted by his arms, and kissed sweetly. She's in love, and that's all she needs.

The world revives,
Colors renew,
But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue

She picks up the phone, smile. She answers, smile. She hears, smile. She then listens. Frown. Her body stops. He walks in, and she throws the phone at him. Her friend, sure, the whole world, sure, but her? Sick? She couldn't handle that.

Without you. Without you the hand gropes, the ear hears, the pulse beats.
Without you, the eyes gaze, the legs walks, the lungs breath.
The mind churns!

Free as a bird. Just living the rest of her life for everyone else. Everyone was so good, because he was so terrible. The world didn't make her sick, he did. Her well earned pocket change was given to others now. The people who didn't make her sick.

The mind churns!
The heart yearns!
The heart yearns!
The tears dry, without you.

He gazed down at her, after spinning her gently. She looked at him and grinned. What was this? His face was so close, but not physical. Their lips touched, but all she could feel was love. Not his dark hand on her skin, passion and love. For the first time.

'Cause I die, without you.
Without you.

It was scary, finally living for someone, when you yourself were dead. He made it worth it. Her dancer made it worth it. She wouldn't have to worry. She was going. She could feel it. Death, guilt and love.

Without you.

Their love in their bed turned into gentle snuggling in a hospital bed that the other sent her into. They promised that it didn't matter. It did. She hated him for staying with her. She could never forgive him for hurting himself by watching her. But there was their love. He had to much of it.

Without you

His arms around her. Tears from one soul, not two this time. There would only be one set of tears from now on. Only the living could cry.