A/N: So yeah, this is another one. Review! Hope you enjoy it…

Disclaimer: So yeah, I can't remember where the first lyrics are from, but they don't belong to me. Neither do any of the characters.

Think of Us as a Song

Think of us as a song,
Can you hear that melody playing?
It's us on our good days.
Can you hear that funeral march?
It's our song for today.

He lay there, still and silent and he listened. There was nothing but the beat of his heart, the cracks grinding together as it thudded out a rhythm. There wasn't much to hear these days, not really – the voices had faded and the footsteps didn't leave an echo anymore – it was all the same if he were honest, his world bent and broken.

He shouldn't have picked up that paper, his fingers should not have flipped each page and his eyes shouldn't have glanced here and there every now and then, he shouldn't have had to read what he had.

He wasn't ready.

It wasn't true. It wasn't, he'd read wrong, it was a lie – it had to be. Please, let it be a lie.

He reached for his cell and dialed a number his fingers hadn't called for such a long time. He listened to the ring, the endless loop that rung out after a minute and a half. He pressed redial and listened again.

The ringing stopped and a voice answered.

"Tell me it's a lie."

There was a ragged breath on the end of the line.

"I can't." the voice cracked.

"Please?" his own voice pleaded, and he felt them, the tears burned his eyes.

A heavy sigh and choked sob was his reply.

"You're taking me for a fool," he begged. "Tell me you are."

"I can't."

"I don't want the truth." He backtracked, he couldn't hear this.

"Chris," the voice started out slowly and he squeezed his eyes shut tight, the tears fell. He knew what was coming. "Stephanie's gone. She died."

"Paul," Chris gasped. "Take it back."

"I'm sorry…"

The phone dropped from his hand and Chris sank to his knees. This was just a dream – a nightmare – and he'd wake up and she'd be next to him. He wouldn't have told her to leave and play the perfect family for her daughter, and she wouldn't be gone. She's be breathing.

Oh God, she was gone. His eyes widened and he fell forward and heaved.

He felt so empty.

He saw his cell, laying where'd he'd let it fall to and he crawled to it.

"Paul?"

"Yes?"

"Did she love me?"

Another sigh and a crack. "She was coming back to you."

Chris cried.

It was his fault.