Night Like This – The Cure (Alistair/PC – Non-Queen Ending)
Say goodbye on a night like this
If it's the last thing we ever do
You never looked as lost as this
Sometimes it doesn't even look like you
It goes dark
It goes darker still
Please stay
But I watch you like I'm made of stone
As you walk away
The room swells in celebration, filling the air with the odd taste of joy to be alive and guilt of having survived.
Like a silver fish, her dancing form draws his gaze as certain as any lure. Even without the familiar robes, he would know her anywhere.
Hooks of regret dig into his chest so sharply that he nearly looks down to check for blood.
Suddenly, he finds himself beside her with no knowledge of how he got there. Her sad smile is unsurprised as he takes her hand.
They spin through the courtly steps as sure as they had moved in battle: perfectly in tandem, extensions of each other.
For a space of heartbeats he pretends that this is how it would be. Together, in sync, for the rest of their lives. For the width of her smile he imagines that this is their wedding and she is his blushing bride.
Finally.
But then the song is over.
And so is the moment.
She vanishes into the sea of silk and noble smiles.
Out of his life forever.