Theirs, not mine. The song is Bruce Springsteen's "Streets of Philadelphia".
Everything I've Known (Part VI)
Grissom, hey. Is something wrong?
"No, nothing's wrong. Just wanted to see if you wanted to go out for a drink."
Sure, just let me get my coat.
So, we went to our usual, quiet bar downtown. We had our standard few drinks, standard few laughs, and a standard few moments of meeting each others' eyes along with the unbearable silence that nearly always killed us.
Hey, let's dance, I said on a sudden whim as I jumped up from the bar stool.
"I don't dance."
Oh, come on, Grissom. This is one of my favorite songs.
I took his hand, and managed to stand him up, though reluctantly.
We made our way to the dance floor, and we put our arms around each other, slowly swaying with the soft music. It suddenly felt like old times again.
I was bruised and battered
And I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window
And didn't know my own face
Oh, brother, you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia
All those miserable years with Eddie were melting away like they had never happened. Like Grissom had never left to Chicago. Like it was just another night of many. I felt like I had found myself again.
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia
Hey, Gil?
He looked at me a little surprised. I rarely called him by his first name since - well, since everything that had ever happened happened.
"Yeah?"
Thanks.
"For what?"
For everything.
" 'We've had this date with each other from the beginning.' "
A Streetcar Named Desire.
"Of course."
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I, my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin
The night has fallen
I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So, receive me Brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia
And suddenly it struck me. It was all over. I could never have more. Too many things had come between us to make any sort of relationship other than friendship work out now. It was too late, and we both knew it. It would've been too strange and awkward to start a romance after nearly twenty years as much as we both wanted to. It was all too complicated.
It would've put a huge strain on our relationship if everything didn't work out. And now that we've gone this far, we can't jeopardize what we have for an ending to a story that was never ours to begin with. It would be selfish and irresponsible of us to lay everything on the line like that. We couldn't demand more than a friendship. And we both knew it. It was unspoken, yet we knew. That was the only kind of relationship we could ever have. An unspoken one.
Besides, who would we go to when the sky came crashing down on our romance one day?
Maybe someday, but for now we only have each other.
THE END
"The end that is never the end..." -Greenwheel-
Author's Note: Possible continuation in the works. Ideas? Email me - underdog814@email.com
Thanks for your reviews and support.
Everything I've Known (Part VI)
Grissom, hey. Is something wrong?
"No, nothing's wrong. Just wanted to see if you wanted to go out for a drink."
Sure, just let me get my coat.
So, we went to our usual, quiet bar downtown. We had our standard few drinks, standard few laughs, and a standard few moments of meeting each others' eyes along with the unbearable silence that nearly always killed us.
Hey, let's dance, I said on a sudden whim as I jumped up from the bar stool.
"I don't dance."
Oh, come on, Grissom. This is one of my favorite songs.
I took his hand, and managed to stand him up, though reluctantly.
We made our way to the dance floor, and we put our arms around each other, slowly swaying with the soft music. It suddenly felt like old times again.
I was bruised and battered
And I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window
And didn't know my own face
Oh, brother, you gonna leave me wastin' away
On the streets of Philadelphia
All those miserable years with Eddie were melting away like they had never happened. Like Grissom had never left to Chicago. Like it was just another night of many. I felt like I had found myself again.
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia
Hey, Gil?
He looked at me a little surprised. I rarely called him by his first name since - well, since everything that had ever happened happened.
"Yeah?"
Thanks.
"For what?"
For everything.
" 'We've had this date with each other from the beginning.' "
A Streetcar Named Desire.
"Of course."
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I, my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip this skin
The night has fallen
I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So, receive me Brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia
And suddenly it struck me. It was all over. I could never have more. Too many things had come between us to make any sort of relationship other than friendship work out now. It was too late, and we both knew it. It would've been too strange and awkward to start a romance after nearly twenty years as much as we both wanted to. It was all too complicated.
It would've put a huge strain on our relationship if everything didn't work out. And now that we've gone this far, we can't jeopardize what we have for an ending to a story that was never ours to begin with. It would be selfish and irresponsible of us to lay everything on the line like that. We couldn't demand more than a friendship. And we both knew it. It was unspoken, yet we knew. That was the only kind of relationship we could ever have. An unspoken one.
Besides, who would we go to when the sky came crashing down on our romance one day?
Maybe someday, but for now we only have each other.
THE END
"The end that is never the end..." -Greenwheel-
Author's Note: Possible continuation in the works. Ideas? Email me - underdog814@email.com
Thanks for your reviews and support.
