Part two. Thanks for everyone who can actually stand reading all the small oneshots that I've spewed out in three minute intervals. They suck don't they?
XD But I really suggest you guys listen to these songs if you haven't already.


Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri

Life is a stairwell of steps. One two three. Our last footsteps ghosts across the dancefloor. One two three. One two three. The music stops for us to breathe and the game is lost. So we learn to live with one eye open and one eye closed. We pretend that everything is alright while we scan the premises for dangers.

Then the routine sets in and we start to forget. We let the world steal our heart. We let love and friendship blind us from the inevitable. We let the good times take over.

But we want that, don't we? The ignorance. After all, they do say that ignorance is bliss. Suppose there isn't much to argue about that. Ignorance is bliss. Death is a killer.

And by mathematical transitive, doesn't that mean that ignorance is a killer?

One.

Two.

Three.

Bang, bang, hiss.

Shattered (MTT Version) by Trading Yesterday

Each day will pass us by, but tomorrow doesn't hold glory either. All we can do is embrace what's coming and watch our dying hope crumble. All he could do was amble on each day and listen to the silence as the sun set. He was trying to find answers…

But so was someone else.

And the only way was to rewrite what they both thought was right, rewriting the questions.

It's not easy, really. Not a lot of bonding comes between a man who had his girlfriend killed and the man he blamed it on. Just a great tapestry lie that was not uneasily unraveled.

The world they saw, the world they saved. Oh you should have seen it. The glory. The bravery. And that common bond, the common history, the shared pain helped them. The terrible and yet wonderful things they had seen, the killing hurt they shared brought them closer together.

And his love will conquer.

They were both lost and their hearts were both broken, rejecting any comfort. Life had no meaning for them. But you, yes you. You just watch them run because they will be silent no more. Hope remains, this war is never over.

There's a light, a sun.

Taking all the shattered ones.

Just watch, because yesterday they died and tomorrow they will bleed, but the sun is still there.

I Will Not Say Goodbye by Danny Gokey

Sometimes you come to a fork in the road. Either way you choose, the road ends. It's called inevitability. Anything that could have been as left you. And now you're empty, broken, lonely and hoping. You're supposed to take a breath and calm down, breathe. But sometimes you don't. You carve the pain in your heart, your force yourself to remember.

Just like he did, but he really didn't have to.

People told him that time would heal his pain; he'd heard it everywhere. Pastors, priests, friends, doctor. They must have known nothing about pain then, because it just gets more real everyday as he hated, waited, prayed and faded away from view. He thought if he could keep feeling, keep hurting and keep killing himself inside he could keep the memory. So he'd never forget, so he'd keep his face in the shadows and ghosts of the universe.

Because he didn't even get to say goodbye.

He would curse, pray and live every day. He'd shoulder the pain and shout out his name. He'd laugh, and he'd cry. But never, ever would he say goodbye.

Hello.

Bolero by DBSK

She was beautiful, deep down inside. She didn't need anyone to tell her that even if she didn't know. People could see it from a world away. She was kind, caring. She was smart. She was a star.

That glimmer of intelligence was a gift. She had her own dance, and yet she felt helpless.

Because even though everyone noticed her, someone didn't notice her in the way that she wanted. She had friends and companions, but she didn't have anyone she could trust her darkest secrets with. She didn't have someone she could embrace after narrowly missing a bullet, after saving the world for the thousandth time.

Or so she thought.

So she just hoped for a little bit as her dance continued. Her own bolero. But there were so many people ready to greet her, ready to dance with her. One in particular that probably would never admit that while he was alive, or animate.

Her own song, her own dance.

Just One Day by Better than Ezra

There was a man who took the name of Captain Jack Harkness. He lived a long life, taking many names, living thousands of lifetimes. He passed by one million people each year, and he outlived every one of them. Sometimes, he wondered if what would happen if he took a different path. He wouldn't have met those magnificent people and killed them all. He wouldn't have loved the ones that he did and he wouldn't have had this curse of immortality as he watched life pass by.

But it had all happened and as much as he wanted to change everything, he couldn't. there was one person that would prevent him from doing so, prevent from destroying time.

But the greatest gift that he received afterwards was one that sent him into a day filled with sobs and tears. For just one day, if he could back and see all the ones he'd known and cared for, if he could see the lover that he lost and find peace at last. Then wouldn't that be great? He got it.

It was called the final death.

Points at Bolero. A Japanese song that I ended up writing Tosh in with. A coincidence I SWEAR, but a good one.