Turn your face to the moonlight (Spot Conlon one-shot)
I do not own Newsies in any way. Nor do I own the song.
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Winter's coming.
I can feel it.
Another cold winter here in Brooklyn.
I walk along the dark streets alone.
The wind blows the leaves around.
It's quiet.
I haven't been in Brooklyn but a year. I still haven't earned my newsie nickname. I sleep in Spot's room, usually on the windowsill.
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every night I sit on that windowsill, I think of how my life used to be. I imagine that I'm in my warm bed with thousands of fluffy pillows around me.
My favorite stuffed animal that was lost in the fire…
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
The dawn is coming.
Then tonight will be another memory.
Another painful memory.
One more night with no one to hold me and protect me.
I close my eyes and imagine.
Imagine I'm in the arms of Spot.
It's the early morning.
A baby can be heard crying down the hall.
I get up and walk into a gorgeous nursery.
There's a baby boy with Spot's eyes and my pure blonde hair.
I open my eyes and sigh.
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
The sun is just coming up.
I'm suddenly tired. I close my eyes. I soon feel warm arms around me.
They pick me up and lay me on a soft bed.
I barely open my eyes and see a pair of stormy grey eyes.
"Spot?" I ask softly.
"Shh", he whispers to me, "Ise know what ta call youse. Luna".
I smile.
Spot leans down and kisses me softly. He lies down next to me.
I snuggle into his embrace. I feel safe and loved. This was what happiness felt like. I hadn't felt it in so long. I then knew that Spot would always love me and never leave me.