Ok, I know it's been so long since I updated that most of you probably gave
up on me. And I don't blame you. I do have a laundry list of excuses for
why I haven't posted in forever, but I figured that rather than list them
all out, I'd just get on with the concluding chapter. I hope you all can
forgive me! Enjoy!
The first rays of the morning sun were just beginning to kiss the freshly fallen blanket of snow. Church bells were already ringing out peaceful melodies of the glorious day. All over the city, parents were being awakened by the rustling of small children trying to sneak a peek at what Santa had left them. Christmas morning. A magical time when it seems that peace on earth could actually happen as hope and faith are temporarily restored. I only wish I could share in the joyous feeling, but I don't think I will be able to ever again. Looking out the window of your apartment, I reflected on the events that played themselves out merely a few hours ago. It was the most wonderful moment of my entire existence. I felt love - I gave love and I received love. I turned to look at your bed. Just few hours ago, I had confessed my love to you and you returned it. We shared our first kiss right there. It was indescribable. And while I never wanted it to end, I pulled away just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I looked at you but you didn't look back. You didn't move. Our first kiss. It was the most bittersweet of moments because out first kiss was also our last. Your last breath was spent on me. The happiest moment of my life turned out to be the most painful. You died in my arms just after midnight, making it Christmas Day. The birthday of Christ and the death of my faith, my Faith. The rest of that day was and is a blur to me. I didn't remember calling your doctor, but they came to take you away. I didn't remember calling Fred but he and the kids were there. I didn't remember talking to Emily or Charlie, but I held them both as they cried. I don't even remember crying myself. I felt sick. I feel sick. Not being able to hold it any longer, I tear myself from the memory and run to the bathroom, expelling the contents of my stomach. When I finish, I lean back against the wall and it all comes back to me, and I cry. A soft whimper at first that soon erupts and I'm in a ball on the floor shaking uncontrollably. "Oh God Faith, it hurts so much. Everyday I think it's going to get better and it just hurts more!" Suddenly, I feel arms envelop me in a warm embrace and hear a soothing voice comforting me. As my sobs subside, I recognize the voice as yours. I don't dare move though, I just listen as your voice enters my mind. "My Bosco. My sweet and wonderful Bosco. I can't begin to describe how much having you in my life meant to me. You were my constant in uncertainty, my light in the darkness, my life in this world. And I will always be grateful. But please, don't cry for me anymore. I'm in a better place and I'm always watching over you. I will always be with you, and my heart will always be yours. I love you Bosco, never forget that." "I love you too Faith," I whisper and I stand up to begin my new life. "I will always love you."
COULD IT BE ANY HARDER by: The Calling found on: Camino Palmero
You left me with goodbye and open arms A cut so deep I don't deserve You were always invincible in my eyes The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day
I lie down and blind myself with laughter A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing And now I wish that I could turn back the hours But I know I just don't have the power
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day
I'd jump at the chance, We'd drink and we'd dance And I'd listen close to your every word, As if it's your last, I know it's your last, Cause today, oh, you're gone.
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day
Like sand on my feet, The smell of sweet perfume You stick to me forever baby And I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away To touch you again, With life in your hands, It couldn't be any harder.harder.harder
A/N: Well that's it.don't be mad at me, I didn't want to kill her but it sounds like that's what happens in the song which inspired the story. So, now that I finally got around to finishing, I was wondering if you, the readers, feel that I should try another one or should I stop at this one? Thank you for any and all input and keep on writing!
The first rays of the morning sun were just beginning to kiss the freshly fallen blanket of snow. Church bells were already ringing out peaceful melodies of the glorious day. All over the city, parents were being awakened by the rustling of small children trying to sneak a peek at what Santa had left them. Christmas morning. A magical time when it seems that peace on earth could actually happen as hope and faith are temporarily restored. I only wish I could share in the joyous feeling, but I don't think I will be able to ever again. Looking out the window of your apartment, I reflected on the events that played themselves out merely a few hours ago. It was the most wonderful moment of my entire existence. I felt love - I gave love and I received love. I turned to look at your bed. Just few hours ago, I had confessed my love to you and you returned it. We shared our first kiss right there. It was indescribable. And while I never wanted it to end, I pulled away just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I looked at you but you didn't look back. You didn't move. Our first kiss. It was the most bittersweet of moments because out first kiss was also our last. Your last breath was spent on me. The happiest moment of my life turned out to be the most painful. You died in my arms just after midnight, making it Christmas Day. The birthday of Christ and the death of my faith, my Faith. The rest of that day was and is a blur to me. I didn't remember calling your doctor, but they came to take you away. I didn't remember calling Fred but he and the kids were there. I didn't remember talking to Emily or Charlie, but I held them both as they cried. I don't even remember crying myself. I felt sick. I feel sick. Not being able to hold it any longer, I tear myself from the memory and run to the bathroom, expelling the contents of my stomach. When I finish, I lean back against the wall and it all comes back to me, and I cry. A soft whimper at first that soon erupts and I'm in a ball on the floor shaking uncontrollably. "Oh God Faith, it hurts so much. Everyday I think it's going to get better and it just hurts more!" Suddenly, I feel arms envelop me in a warm embrace and hear a soothing voice comforting me. As my sobs subside, I recognize the voice as yours. I don't dare move though, I just listen as your voice enters my mind. "My Bosco. My sweet and wonderful Bosco. I can't begin to describe how much having you in my life meant to me. You were my constant in uncertainty, my light in the darkness, my life in this world. And I will always be grateful. But please, don't cry for me anymore. I'm in a better place and I'm always watching over you. I will always be with you, and my heart will always be yours. I love you Bosco, never forget that." "I love you too Faith," I whisper and I stand up to begin my new life. "I will always love you."
COULD IT BE ANY HARDER by: The Calling found on: Camino Palmero
You left me with goodbye and open arms A cut so deep I don't deserve You were always invincible in my eyes The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day
I lie down and blind myself with laughter A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing And now I wish that I could turn back the hours But I know I just don't have the power
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day
I'd jump at the chance, We'd drink and we'd dance And I'd listen close to your every word, As if it's your last, I know it's your last, Cause today, oh, you're gone.
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true If I only had one more day
Like sand on my feet, The smell of sweet perfume You stick to me forever baby And I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go away To touch you again, With life in your hands, It couldn't be any harder.harder.harder
A/N: Well that's it.don't be mad at me, I didn't want to kill her but it sounds like that's what happens in the song which inspired the story. So, now that I finally got around to finishing, I was wondering if you, the readers, feel that I should try another one or should I stop at this one? Thank you for any and all input and keep on writing!