*NOTE: The original song is a bit different than this (story wise) but I still like how this turned out. The ending was a bit rushed though since it was originally for my English class. This also intended for a new thing I'm starting since I encounter writers block a lock. Details will be at the end. Thankyou for reading and please enjoy*

She knew her time was coming soon. The world was slowly falling apart with her and many people still on it. The weather had gotten worse, the land was creating giant holes in the ground, and power had been cut to most of the city. Everyone she knew had gone as well. They had either died or were listed as missing. The only company she had was a small flower pot. Inside that pot was a small seedling that never grew. Even though she watered it every day and gave it sunlight whenever possible, it just never grew.

Sometimes when the weather was good, she would go out. She would visit all places which held historical pieces. Museums and churches were on her list of places to go even though the buildings were falling apart. Seeing giant loin statues as she walked through the broken city, flower pot in hand, she made sure to take everything in since it could have been her last time seeing everything. Her long, colourful pigtails blew in the dry wind as she climbed up onto a wall, flower pot now balancing on her head, and walked across it to jump the upcoming fence. Most of the buildings had been surrounded in light post tall fences but of course she knew how to get in. Jumping off the wall, flower pot held tightly to her chest, she landed in a pile of rubbish, breaking her fall. As she wondered around the old art gallery, she took photos of the pieces she practically liked with her dying camera. She would have to break into an old store later to get new batteries for it. As she took her last photo, she smiled to herself. She always took photos of things she like and she didn't have anything from the gallery yet. She would have to remember to put the film in her secret chest. As she left, she noted that it would rain later in the day. She hoped she would get home in time. The rain was recently quite brutal.

The clouds were gathering and the temperature had dropped. She wasn't able to find an umbrella in the general store she had raided earlier. As she continued walking, the rain slowly started falling. The faster she walked, the heavier the rain would get until it felt like someone was pouring buckets over her head again and again. 'This is it.' She whispered to herself. She would die today. She would finally join everyone else she knew. The staggered along her way home, pot hidden tightly in her bag with the staples she stole earlier until she finally collapsed not too far from her home. She really didn't want to die. She really didn't. She closed her eyes, making sure to hold her bag to her chest, and got ready to accept her fate until she wasn't able to feel the rain crushing her. She was still able hear it though. Weakly, she opened her eyes and looked up at a boy holding his umbrella over her.
'Are you okay? Do you need any help?' he asked, holding out his hand to help her up. She reached up for his hand and held onto it for dear life. 'The rain has been bad recently, why didn't you carry an umbrella with you?'
'I didn't think it would rain.' She answered, turning her head away from him so he couldn't see the embarrassment written all over her face. The boy laughed at her reaction, her face turning crimson.
'Can I walk you home?' he enquired, pulling her up off the ground.
'You really don't have to…'
'But you can't walk home in this condition by yourself.' He held the umbrella over towards her side, still holding her hand. The girl blushed at this.
'If you insist.' She finally answered, checking her make sure nothing had fallen out of the bag.

The walk home seemed like it went too quickly when they finally arrived, still hand in hand.
'Here. You keep it.' The boy said, passing her the umbrella.
'But don't you still need it?'
'I'll be fine. I don't live too far. Plus the rain isn't as bad as it was.' He smiled at her. She could feel her cheeks warming up. As the boy started leaving, the girl called after him.
'Thank you.' She shouted, hoping that he heard it through the sound of the rain falling onto all the roofs. The boy just ran, trying to get home as fast as he could. As she closed her door, she felt a feeling she never had felt before.
'So this is love…' she told herself. She went to check on her pot, noticing that the seed had grown the tiniest bit. She smiled to herself at this.

It had been a week and the weather had returned to normal. She had also never seen the boy again but her feelings for him were still strong. The plant had grown even more as well. She got dressed and prepared her bag, pot sitting comfortably in it. She had told herself that she would find him. He said he didn't live far but maybe he was also going out that day. There was only one way to find out and that was to search.

She asked anyone she found about the boy, describing him and his umbrella but no one seemed to know such a person existed. That was if they answered. Some people would just yell at her, saying they also knew people who were missing even though she tried explaining to them that he wasn't missing. She wondered through the city, searching in buildings and around old, abandoned playgrounds. It was getting late and there was still no sign of him but there was still somewhere she hadn't checked. She ran over towards the church, heart racing. As she burst through the doors, she heart sank to the bottom of the ocean. He was laying there motionless. Who knows how long he had been there. She walked over to him, kneeling next to him. She got out her small, growing plant and placed it in-between them as an offering. It was cold in the church to the extent the boy had turned blue. If she stayed there too long, she would also freeze. She checked his breathing and pulse but there was no sign of life.
'Found you.' She laughed as the tears rolled down her face, falling onto the plant. As she laughed, the tears became an ocean. She had finally found someone to love and now all she had was her plant again. She hung her body over his as she began to freeze. What did it matter? She would make sure she left before it turned to night.

She stayed there, hung over his body and tears falling onto the plant. When she finally moved off of him, she noticed that the plant had grown even more and it was still growing. She looked down to see that the plant had grown all around her as well. Still crying over the boy, her tears fell onto the growing plant, causing it to lift her up. At first she was surprised to see her plant that never used to grown now lifting her up into the crack in the church roof but then relaxed. It was probably only a dream. Maybe it would even take her high enough it see the boy in heaven. The plant continued growing, reaching higher and higher into the sky until she reached the clouds. She hoped off the plant once she had a cloud thick enough to stand on.
'It's nice to see you again.' Called the boy, waving and walking over to her. The plant had done it. It brought her to him. She could start crying again. She had got to see him again and that was all she wanted, even if it was just a dream. 'But why are you here?' he asked 'You didn't….' he started, looking over the clouds edge. She looked over with him. It wasn't the clearest view but she could see into the crack in the church roof. All she could see was her pot and two limp bodies when it hit her. She had died.

AN: Thankyou for reading. Okay, so I'm starting a collection on song fics and would like requests if possible. I have a set of guidelines and stuff on my profile so check that out but please read it. Just submit it in the reviews and I'll start it whenever possible. Also, don't forget to review so I know where to improve!