A\N: This is a fic about &^%$^$&(%)(%$#@!@$%!
He he. I'm so mean. Read it to find out!
~ Don't, try to call. There are some bridges that fall. ~
Cedric. Ced. My Ced. Why him? Why? What did he ever do?
That love I had for him will never be replaced. Never. My heart is
just a broken window pane on the floor.
~ Beyond recognition, beyond repair. Don't say you've changed.
There are some forces that turn. Recollection beyond my stare~
I vividly recall standing by Cedric's casket, seeing his pale face.
And all else we have been through. During the summer after, I was
in a car-crash that killed my sister, Gertrude. The only reason I didn't
die was probably because Cedric was watching over me.
~ When I feel the cold in the dark, I know you're there~
Even now, I am an old woman on my death-bed, I remember.
All that he did, all the lives he touched. All the people he saved.
A\N: Sorry so Short. I can't see the flipping screen. Nothing is mine except
Gertrude. Don't kill me, my cousin Selena was murdered and I'm emtional.
This is how I feel. My red headed cousin, my rose. My second-cousin Alana
and her grandfather went into her room just this morning, brought her coffee,
turned on the TV, and talked to her, just like she was really there.
She was handicapped. Piss me the *(^& off. Sorry.
He he. I'm so mean. Read it to find out!
~ Don't, try to call. There are some bridges that fall. ~
Cedric. Ced. My Ced. Why him? Why? What did he ever do?
That love I had for him will never be replaced. Never. My heart is
just a broken window pane on the floor.
~ Beyond recognition, beyond repair. Don't say you've changed.
There are some forces that turn. Recollection beyond my stare~
I vividly recall standing by Cedric's casket, seeing his pale face.
And all else we have been through. During the summer after, I was
in a car-crash that killed my sister, Gertrude. The only reason I didn't
die was probably because Cedric was watching over me.
~ When I feel the cold in the dark, I know you're there~
Even now, I am an old woman on my death-bed, I remember.
All that he did, all the lives he touched. All the people he saved.
A\N: Sorry so Short. I can't see the flipping screen. Nothing is mine except
Gertrude. Don't kill me, my cousin Selena was murdered and I'm emtional.
This is how I feel. My red headed cousin, my rose. My second-cousin Alana
and her grandfather went into her room just this morning, brought her coffee,
turned on the TV, and talked to her, just like she was really there.
She was handicapped. Piss me the *(^& off. Sorry.
