Based off the song: Come back to Me by David Cook.
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Noodle, you didn't know much about her, and frankly, neither did she. She was simply you little luv who could play the guitar like a goddess, but to her, that meant nothing.
She didn't recognize herself anymore. The once playful little girl was now sixteen, unable to cope with the horrid past she recently discovered she had. She viewed herself as a monster now, a shell of what she used to be.
She had a plan, a plan she hadn't told you about. You watched as she passed by on her windmill, looking dead in your eyes, then turning away. You've had this feeling for a long time, you just which you had seen it coming sooner. You wanted to jump through this window now, hold her, tell her to come back as soon as she could, tell her how much you loved her and that you would always be there for her.
Your confessions were over powered by shots being fired and bombs being dropped. But, what could you do? You continued to sing your song as you watched the windmill plummet to the ground.
At last, your song, your confessions, everything, fell silent as that finally bomb was dropped.
And your little love was no more.
You didn't know of her plan, yet, but you always knew that someday soon, Noodle would come back to you.
Until that day, you'd keep her things where she left them and wait patiently
A/N: Short little thing I've been meaning to write.