A fluff songfic based on the song Airplanes with Hayley Williams, because I love that song!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Disney and the song belongs to B.O.B and Grand Hustle/Atlantic records.
Dedicated to Squad Unit 19! Enjoy!
Lilies
The car door shuts and with a wave of his white gloved hand, he's gone. Taken away from me in the back of a yellow cab.
Tears I've held back now flow freely, he's gone and all I've got left of him is an empty space next to me and a vase of crisp white lilies that were his going away present to me.
"Something to remember me by." He smiled.
"Oh Mickey, I don't need flowers, I'll never forget you."
He then placed his finger under my chin and tilted my face upwards. I gazed into his big, innocent eyes and blinked away tears.
"My Minnie." He sighed "I'll only be gone a few weeks, but I'll miss you so much."
"Not as much as I'll miss you." I whispered, cupping his hand against my cheek.
I could use a dream, or a genie or a wish, to go back to a place much simpler than this.
But it's just a memory now. There's nothing to hold onto. I shut the door with a heavy heart and just stare blankly at the wall. I don't really know what to do next.
The sweet fragrance of the lilies floats gently across the room and suddenly all I want is Mickey.
This house suddenly seems too big and empty and cold.
I try to laugh at my silliness, it's not like he's gone forever, just a few weeks. I'm sure I can cope without Mickey for a few weeks.
Daisy and me will go shopping and have a sleep over or maybe get a makeover and other girly things that always bored Mickey to tears.
And when your plans unravel in the sand, what would you wish for if you had one chance?
Even though I know I'm just trying to fill a gap that only Mickey could fill, I try to convince myself that it'll be fun with Daisy.
I try to remind myself that I'm an independent woman who isn't a prize to be won and doesn't need a man to be happy. But I've gotten so used to having Mickey around that it feels that a part of me is missing, like there's a hole in my heart.
I walk slowly to the vase and gently pick a single, pure white lily from the bunch. As I hold it to my heart I whisper "I love you" hoping somehow he knows.
Carefully I place the flower, the exact same colour as his gloves and my dress, back in the vase and make my way to the kitchen.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now.
I gaze out of the window at the midnight sky. The stars twinkle delicately at me, similar to the gleam in Mickey's eyes. He's probably on his plane right now, looking down from a place that's closer to those stars.
I make a silent pact to the stars and the planes that look almost like them, I wish that Mickey stays safe and comes back to me soon.
Fin