This is my first songfic. The song is from the musical cats and its called Memory. Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own the words to the song or the ideas from the Giver. Ok?
Jonas wandered back from his session with the Giver. His mind was full of new ideas that he could not sort out. He now could see colors and wondered why there were colors and wished everyone could see them. Now that he could feel again, he wished everyone could.
Daylight See the dew on the sunflowerRoses wither away
Like the sunflowerI yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day.
What was it like before? Will it ever be that way again? The only thing he knew was that he had to do something about it.
MidnightNot a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.
Clutching Gabe to his chest, Jonas began to run. What would they all think? Would he ever see his family again? Would they indeed, learn to love him? The Giver was gone, with his granddaughter, wherever people went after they left. Thinking, that that is what would have happened to Gabe, this tiny, helpless baby. Jonas vaguely wondered if he had done the right thing, maybe he should have left the child to be put out of its misery. Who knew what was coming next?
MemoryAll alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what
Happiness was
Let the memory, live again
Truly, ignorance is bliss, Jonas had heard the old man who Jonas had become oddly attached to, mutter those words. And know he understood. Before, all Jonas had to worry about was… well if he did it would be trivial to all the worries in those memories. Like war and grief, obsession, greed. He felt he had grown older, wiser perhaps. Now that he was running away from that perfect place, everyone had a chance now, to grow.
Every streetlamp Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning.
The cold enveloped the boy and the child. Gabe was barely breathing now and his skin was a faint tinge of blue. Jonas knew enough to understand that this was not good. He coughs, and hugs the babe closer and gives the child one of his last few memories.
Daylight I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day, will begin.
The child in his arms grew warmer and some color came to his cheeks. Jonas smiled; he must find somewhere to go. And he knew he could do it too. All I have to do is persevere, Jonas thought, and I can save everyone.
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is
Over
Another day is dawning.
It was that bad, wasn't it? Jonas recalled everything that had happened since the day he was born. Those were his memories, not someone else's and he would make more if he could survive. And although sometimes he wished he had never been called as the Receiver Jonas knew some good came out of it. Gabe was still here, wasn't he? And if they could find a town, he might survive and make memories all on his own.
Touch meIt's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
If I lose Gabe, I will know the feeling the Giver must have felt for the little girl. The cold emptiness that Jonas felt every time he realized that the old man was gone, was only a sample of the pain, as with all the experiences the Giver had gave him. This warm child he carried gave him a purpose to live, and Jonas hugged him closer.
With a last surge of heroic strength, Jonas climbed the hill and saw the sight that greeted sore eyes. Lights, people, he was home and so was Gabe.
LookA new day has begun.