A song called "The touch of an angel" by Terminaator inspires this fic. I
was just listening to it and this story just hit me. Please read and enjoy
:)
Everything was quiet in the cemetery. It was cold, dark and snowing. Somewhere in the distance you could hear church bells. A dark-haired older woman walked down the path to a grave. She knelt before it, lit a candle and then, looking at the grave, started talking.
"Hello, again. Last time I saw you, it was a year ago. Now I'm here again, waiting for something. I am here for the last time, because this just can't go on. After all those years, I still can't let it go. I never married, you know. I just couldn't think of anyone when you're still in my heart. I still remember the day you left me, as it was yesterday and I blame myself. It happened exactly ten years ago but I still know it. I never got the change to tell you how much I love you. You never knew, I didn't have the courage. Forgive me, please." Cold tears started falling on her cheeks as she heard a song somewhere in the distance.
The church bell rings and there's snow on my hair
everything around is dark, stars are my only guides.
It's time to forgive and forget what's gone
and follow the paths that I've stopped.
I lit a candle and waited so long
it felt like you came to me.
I stood there for hours and finally left you
this dream doesn't end when I awake in the morning.
When it's cold, your memory lightens me
you appear as an angel and shine in light.
Touch me gently for a moment and leave again
become a dream but I can't awake.
The bells rung that night and you could hear it in the forest
I come here every year and still see you.
I live in the space and know that you fly in time
and I'll always remember the touch of an angel.
She stood up and touched the graving on the plate, kissing it gently as she whispered, "I'll come to you soon."
***A month later***
The cemetery was even colder now. But it was filled with people, carrying a coffin. There was a blonde-haired woman, crying as she saw the coffin go down. Her husband was there to comfort her and so was her daughter. There were other people too, crying as they said goodbye to their friend. Finally, they left, leaving only a woman behind. Julie Gage walked to the grave and knelt as she looked at it. "Well, you're together now. It's so sad that you had to leave us anyway. But you deserve to be happy, both in this world and the other," she said as she left, looking at the plates that said "Francis Jason Gage 1969-2004" and "Sydney Marie Cooke 1970-2014".
Well, how did you like it? Review, please.
Everything was quiet in the cemetery. It was cold, dark and snowing. Somewhere in the distance you could hear church bells. A dark-haired older woman walked down the path to a grave. She knelt before it, lit a candle and then, looking at the grave, started talking.
"Hello, again. Last time I saw you, it was a year ago. Now I'm here again, waiting for something. I am here for the last time, because this just can't go on. After all those years, I still can't let it go. I never married, you know. I just couldn't think of anyone when you're still in my heart. I still remember the day you left me, as it was yesterday and I blame myself. It happened exactly ten years ago but I still know it. I never got the change to tell you how much I love you. You never knew, I didn't have the courage. Forgive me, please." Cold tears started falling on her cheeks as she heard a song somewhere in the distance.
The church bell rings and there's snow on my hair
everything around is dark, stars are my only guides.
It's time to forgive and forget what's gone
and follow the paths that I've stopped.
I lit a candle and waited so long
it felt like you came to me.
I stood there for hours and finally left you
this dream doesn't end when I awake in the morning.
When it's cold, your memory lightens me
you appear as an angel and shine in light.
Touch me gently for a moment and leave again
become a dream but I can't awake.
The bells rung that night and you could hear it in the forest
I come here every year and still see you.
I live in the space and know that you fly in time
and I'll always remember the touch of an angel.
She stood up and touched the graving on the plate, kissing it gently as she whispered, "I'll come to you soon."
***A month later***
The cemetery was even colder now. But it was filled with people, carrying a coffin. There was a blonde-haired woman, crying as she saw the coffin go down. Her husband was there to comfort her and so was her daughter. There were other people too, crying as they said goodbye to their friend. Finally, they left, leaving only a woman behind. Julie Gage walked to the grave and knelt as she looked at it. "Well, you're together now. It's so sad that you had to leave us anyway. But you deserve to be happy, both in this world and the other," she said as she left, looking at the plates that said "Francis Jason Gage 1969-2004" and "Sydney Marie Cooke 1970-2014".
Well, how did you like it? Review, please.