I do not own anything. Song 'my immortal by evanessance I know I spelt it wrong

My immortal

A lone silhouette stood out among the dark night sky. The wind blew so gently, brushing his face with tendrils of cooling air. They wound around him, like the sorrow that he felt at what he had done. He looked up from the burnt ground, feeling the warm teardrops flow from his eyes, finally falling. Some tears and regrets come too late. He was too late. It had started so long ago. The wind rose, blowing ash into his face, making his eyes burn with regret and sting with sorrow. He lost his composure and fell to his knees, his hands cupping a tear stained face framed by locks of black hair. The smoldering longs around him cast smoke into his air and lungs, into his heart. His tears slipped from his cheeks and fell into the ashy rubble, throwing up a tiny wisp of ash, then that wisp, fading, just like his resolve was.

He bawled, not feeling the smoke. He didn't feel it when the sky opened up, and it rained. The night sky was black with cloud, with no hope of him seeing the stars. The wind whipped up, but he didn't feel it. He would morn for her death, and maybe even for James, the one she loved, but he had to come to terms with himself first.

He got up, his eyes still watery. A bolt of lightning struck, and he remembered her, first year, smiling at him, the sunlight pouring in from a window and making her hair blaze like fire. She had a young, innocent smile on her face. She asked him a question silently, but he didn't remember what she had said, only how purely angelic she looked, framed by a seemingly divine light, the school uniform had fit her perfectly, and a young severas could remember spending tons of time smiling and laughing with her.

Suddenly, the light faded like the smoke from a dying ember, and he was once again staring at the smoldering, smoking, burnt ground, rain pouring around his lone figure. The wind had died down, but the rain continued to pour. He racked his soul, trying to get rid of the pain and sorrow he had.

I'm so tired of being here,

Surprised by all my childish fears.

He couldn't take it. He ran, trying to escape, but he never could. His feet pounded on the rainy, slushy streets, stumbling through the dark, winding roads framed by houses filled with people who didn't understand. He was the reason she was dead. He stopped running, skidding and falling flat on his face. He tasted the coppery tang of blood from his lip. He looked through his tears at where he was. He was on the cross street of a main street and a winding, tiny, back street that hardly had any traffic. He looked dully on as a light went on in the window, and how a loving woman sat up in her bed, to embrace her blonde haired child whom had a nightmare. The little girl was crying, the sound cutting into severas with white-hot knives. The mother got up, carrying the little girl to the room. She looked at him, and for a second, her green eyes flashed into those that he knew so much.

The girl smiled weakly at him, and he realized he was crying again. Why wouldn't she just leave him be?

And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave

He ran again, not hearing the cars that swerved around him. The rain pooled around his feet wherever he ran. He stopped and looked around, gasping and dragging air into his sore lungs. He was right next to a park. The wind blew the swings gently, the rain vanished, and he saw here, like she was at the time. She was seven, and he was too. She swung higher and higher, giggling at him as he red hair flew like a banner behind her. She smiled, and laughed, enduring the high she got.

The wind blew, and the dark, wt, empty seat swung. It was empty. It would never be graced by her presence again, just like him. He had though he didn't care about her, but he did. He did. He never stopped, even when he had gotten the invitation for the wedding.

'Cause your presence still lingers here
and it won't leave me alone

He watched as the wind blew the swing. He could almost see herm swinging her legs. He could almost hear her laughter, a souvenir of yesterday. He averted his eyes, watching water that was not rain drip into the puddle beneath him. It swung gently, a semblance of what was, reminding him, tearing again into his heart. He thought he had gotten rid of his heart, of his feeling for her. He was sure he did. But then, why did it bleed so?

These wounds won't seem to heal

He still loved her. He still did. Her eyes, her hair, her. Everything. His guilt bottled up, mixing with the self inflicted hatred, exchanging and flirting with the bits of love and most of all pain, forming and bubbling until he had to run, and he ran, and he ran, but he couldn't get away. It was still there.

This pain is just too real

He stopped again, not daring to look up. He didn't need too. He knew where he was. The ground was covered it water, and he could see his own, dark, grim, reflection staring at him. He looked into those dark eyes, and got angry. He kicked the puddle, and saw through the drops, a message, written in the cement.

He dropped to his knees. The rain soaked through his stained pants. He looked in awe at the indentations in the hard, rough concrete. He gingerly touched it with a pale finger. He traced the words written there, his eyes overflowing once again. It was cold, bitter cold, but he couldn't care. He remembered, even though he wished he wouldn't.

FLASH BACK

A younger lily looked down at her work in the wet cement, dipping her finger into it once more, her eyes crinkled with mild frustration as she dragged her finger through the think substance. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, and she worked with what she was doing. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, traced her work.

A smile broke out on her face, her childish lips curling upwards, her eyes lighting up with a glow so innocent, a glow so bright, it hurt Severas to remember it now.

"See Severas, now we can always remember each other, as long as this will be here for, and that it going to be forever." She was looking at her work in the wet cement, rubbing her finger on her pants. She reached up, trying to feel the bits she knew she had gotten into her fiery red hair.

Severas had looked down, tracing his eyes over the words her hands had written. It was SS and LE forever. And right next to it, there had been a tiny heart. The sunlight caressed it, and severas can remember feeling his eyes fill up with tears.