In darkness room
Calleigh Duquesne...
I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd, need you there when I cried
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now
She decided that she didn't would get up of the bed anymore.
There, the world seemed safer - it was where she felt immune of anything, capable to be happy in fact -, that's why there were not reasons to leave of such cozy place.
The darkness of her room brought the sensation that, besides it, nothing else existed, and dispersed the thoughts capable of make her suffer.
Actually, she hated memories.
If she had the option of removing something from her intimate, it would be the ridiculous capacity to keep moments in the memory and bring them to the surface when less convenient.
She maintained her eyes open.
She didn't have the idea of hour, but she could feel that it was already late at night. Dawn, maybe.
It was always like this.
She couldn't lie down and simply to forget of everything, no matter how much she wanted.
Her thoughts were taken by all her failures, for the notion that it was unable to get right at least once.
She recounted the experiences, she saw that the mistakes repeated with unbelievable frequency and she only got to cry.
She had become a weak one, it is true. Weak for constant deceptions, threw to the isolation by not tolerating more to collect failures.
If one day hope had existed in her chest, certainty had gotten lost.
I've never felt this way before
Everything that I do, reminds me of you
And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor
And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do
It seemed that the world had become too much complex for her.
She was afraid of living in other people's company, as if everything was threats to her happiness.
She didn't get to notice, however, that there wasn't happiness to be destroyed anymore.
Her conduct did her bitter and it moved her away of those that still had some type of affection for her.
The solitude of that moment in her room was nothing else that a metaphor of what was becoming her life.
She closed the eyes for a brief instant and she wanted not to be there anymore. When opening, however, she noticed that nothing had changed.
The castles of sand in that it stepped on her life were destroyed some time ago, and it was too late to change the world of illusions and fantasies that she had created for herself.
We were made for each other
out here forever
I know we were
All I ever wanted was for you to know
Everything I do I give my heart and soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me
Hugged to her pillow, she cried once again.
She discovered that she needed much more than the darkness of a room and a cozy bed to fake to be happy, but a little too late for the things to be different.
She only got to think in what she had left back...
His arms, his warm... his love and protection.
She had left back her love, her Eric...
She needed to learn again how to live in the real universe without him… without them.
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