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Dedicated to: JJ
Quistis looked around the church. She walked around to the backside where the cemetery lay. It had been awhile since Quistis had been here. The tombstones were lined neatly, statues were placed accordingly. So many people had forgotten. Maybe except a few. But even they were gone now, and Quistis still came to thank him now and then.
"Maria" there is someone I should love,
every person who has ever been hurt...
Quistis looked around, snow falling down, getting on her glasses. She took them off and wiped them off. She saw a few people drive by, and watched as the went on living perfectly normal live.
As I look around,
the people busily
hurry on by...
Quistis leaned down next to the grave and placed a bundle of flowers there. She looked up to the sky as the snow poured down like magic all around her. Quistis brushed back her red-orange locks and wiped off her glasses once again.
I also noticed,
that this year, too,
the signs of winter have,
come very soon...
He had walked up behind her to comfort her, but it didn't mean as much then. She thought he'd be there forever. It was like only yesterday the two had been standing in this very church to get married, and then the walls had come crumbling upon them.
Again, somewhere in this city today,
two people will meet and fall in love;
The curtains are violently opened...
But that was all in the past now, like a small fragment of dream. Cloudy, misty, hard to remember. All went by so quickly, like the coming snow.
Even so, everything, eventually,
someday, has an end.
Quistis sighed and brushed away a tear. "Does nobody love you? Is it, ... was it only me?" Quistis stared at the engraving. It had practically worn away. "I wish you were here... why did they have to take you so soon?"
Again, somewhere in this city today,
two people split apart...
The curtains are quietly dropped.
Quistis walked into the church, kneeling down in front of the podium to pray, hoping someone would bother to listen to her, or at least care for her loss. She felt tears gently and slowly fall down her face as she kneeled, hoping...
"Maria", there is someone I should love.
At times I bear very deep wounds,
but my they are healed
by the person I should love...
Quistis felt herself drop…
Beginnings come at random…
As she stared up at herself… an angel… as she realized…
But endings always have a meaning.
She had died.
M
Dedicated to: JJ
Quistis looked around the church. She walked around to the backside where the cemetery lay. It had been awhile since Quistis had been here. The tombstones were lined neatly, statues were placed accordingly. So many people had forgotten. Maybe except a few. But even they were gone now, and Quistis still came to thank him now and then.
"Maria" there is someone I should love,
every person who has ever been hurt...
Quistis looked around, snow falling down, getting on her glasses. She took them off and wiped them off. She saw a few people drive by, and watched as the went on living perfectly normal live.
As I look around,
the people busily
hurry on by...
Quistis leaned down next to the grave and placed a bundle of flowers there. She looked up to the sky as the snow poured down like magic all around her. Quistis brushed back her red-orange locks and wiped off her glasses once again.
I also noticed,
that this year, too,
the signs of winter have,
come very soon...
He had walked up behind her to comfort her, but it didn't mean as much then. She thought he'd be there forever. It was like only yesterday the two had been standing in this very church to get married, and then the walls had come crumbling upon them.
Again, somewhere in this city today,
two people will meet and fall in love;
The curtains are violently opened...
But that was all in the past now, like a small fragment of dream. Cloudy, misty, hard to remember. All went by so quickly, like the coming snow.
Even so, everything, eventually,
someday, has an end.
Quistis sighed and brushed away a tear. "Does nobody love you? Is it, ... was it only me?" Quistis stared at the engraving. It had practically worn away. "I wish you were here... why did they have to take you so soon?"
Again, somewhere in this city today,
two people split apart...
The curtains are quietly dropped.
Quistis walked into the church, kneeling down in front of the podium to pray, hoping someone would bother to listen to her, or at least care for her loss. She felt tears gently and slowly fall down her face as she kneeled, hoping...
"Maria", there is someone I should love.
At times I bear very deep wounds,
but my they are healed
by the person I should love...
Quistis felt herself drop…
Beginnings come at random…
As she stared up at herself… an angel… as she realized…
But endings always have a meaning.
She had died.