When She Cries
Chapter 6 - Send Me Back My Lady When She Cries
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She walks barefoot through the misty morning
Dreams of golden yesterdays reflecting in her eyes.
But soon the evening shadows crowd around her
Frightening my Lady till she cries, for me
Frightening my Lady till she cries.
You may have seen her lying in your lamplight
And if you've heard her whispered words, it comes as no surprise
So be the one she shares her secret smiles with
But send me back my Lady when she cries, for me
My Lady's gonna need me when she cries.
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After walking away from Lady Heather, Gil entered a state of intense loneliness that lasted for over a week. His work was actually a comfort to him during that time, as it provided a distraction from the pain. Slowly, he climbed out of the depression, and his life returned to normal, though he did not stop thinking about Lady Heather. He missed her, but he was afraid to contact her. Being without her was painful, but he feared that seeing her, when he knew he could not have her, would be worse.
Though he tried to keep her out of his thoughts, he was unable to avoid her when, almost a month after they ended their relationship, she called him at home. He was surprised to hear from her, and his heart began to pound when he heard her voice.
"Hello, Gil," she said timidly. Her voice quavered as she spoke. Something was wrong.
"Heather," he gasped. Despite his reluctance to speak to her, Gil was pleased to hear from Lady Heather. His happiness, however, was overshadowed by his concern for her. "Are you all right?"
"I'm all right," she said, though not very convincingly. It was clear to Gil that Lady Heather was not all right, but she was trying to appear strong. "I just… I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's no trouble, really."
"I just wanted to talk. If you're not busy, that is. I've been feeling a little down lately, and… Well, I really wanted to hear your voice." She spoke so calmly, but she could not hide her sadness. Gil made a quick decision.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"You don't need to do that," she insisted.
"It's okay," he said. "I want to."
"Gil…" she protested, but he had already made up his mind.
"I want to," he repeated. "Please."
He heard her sigh. "Okay," she said. "I'll see you soon, then. Thank you."
"Thank you," he replied. He wasn't sure how much comfort he could be to her, but he was dying to see her again, even if it meant opening himself up to new pain.
The sight of Lady Heather's mansion was familiar and welcoming to Gil. When he entered, he felt as though he belonged there. He called her name, and heard her voice from the living room.
"In here," she called back to him. He followed the voice, and he found her waiting there for him. Her eyes were red and her hair and clothes were in disarray. She was clearly upset.
"Heather, what's wrong?"
"You didn't have to come," she said.
"I told you. I wanted to do it." He took her hand and led her to the sofa. "Sit down," he said. "Talk to me."
"I'm glad you came," she said. "These past few days have been pretty rough."
"Any particular reason?"
"Difficult clients, stubborn employees, fights with my daughter. The usual things."
Gil put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer to him. "We all have days like that."
"But that's not all. For a long time I've just felt so… I don't know. Empty. Then I woke up this morning, and I just felt this incredible urge to talk to you."
"I understand," he said, and he did understand. He had felt that way many times since their last visit. He took her hand, and she closed her fingers around his.
"I feel so much better just having you here," she said. A tear escaped from her eye. She breathed deeply, trying not to start crying again.
"It's okay to cry, Heather," he said softly. "Cry all you want. I'll stay right here and hold you."
He felt the weight of her head on his chest. He remembered the last time they had been like this. He glanced at the clock. He did not have to go to work for another four hours. There was plenty of time.
For a while, they sat there together, neither saying anything, as Lady Heather cried. Slowly, her sobs turned to soft weeping, and finally, the tears ceased.
When she could speak again, all she said was, "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," said Gil. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I was wrong."
Everything seemed so clear now. He had been so worried about not being able to give Lady Heather what she needed. But what she needed, he realized, was nothing that he could not provide for her. All that she needed was someone to spend time with her, to talk with her, to dance with her, and above all else, to hold her. And he could be that.
He wanted to thank her, but he could not find the right words. He wanted to thank her for showing him how wrong he had been, and for helping him to face his fears. He had been so afraid of truly giving his heart to a woman for the first time. Lady Heather had helped him to overcome that fear. He had been afraid that he would not have room in his life or his heart for her, but now he knew that he did.
He was still learning. True love was a strange new sensation to him, and it would take time to get used to it. But he knew he could handle it. He could be there for Lady Heather, to love her, to protect her, and to hold her.
To hold her when she cried.
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Send me back my Lady when she cries, for me
My Lady's gonna need me when she cries.
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~~Le Fin.~~
Well, that's the end. Did you like it? BTW, in case you were wondering, yes, Lady Heather DOES have a daughter. She mentions her while talking to Catherine in Slaves of Las Vegas. I just thought I'd point it out in case it seemed kind of random to anybody.
Chapter 6 - Send Me Back My Lady When She Cries
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She walks barefoot through the misty morning
Dreams of golden yesterdays reflecting in her eyes.
But soon the evening shadows crowd around her
Frightening my Lady till she cries, for me
Frightening my Lady till she cries.
You may have seen her lying in your lamplight
And if you've heard her whispered words, it comes as no surprise
So be the one she shares her secret smiles with
But send me back my Lady when she cries, for me
My Lady's gonna need me when she cries.
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After walking away from Lady Heather, Gil entered a state of intense loneliness that lasted for over a week. His work was actually a comfort to him during that time, as it provided a distraction from the pain. Slowly, he climbed out of the depression, and his life returned to normal, though he did not stop thinking about Lady Heather. He missed her, but he was afraid to contact her. Being without her was painful, but he feared that seeing her, when he knew he could not have her, would be worse.
Though he tried to keep her out of his thoughts, he was unable to avoid her when, almost a month after they ended their relationship, she called him at home. He was surprised to hear from her, and his heart began to pound when he heard her voice.
"Hello, Gil," she said timidly. Her voice quavered as she spoke. Something was wrong.
"Heather," he gasped. Despite his reluctance to speak to her, Gil was pleased to hear from Lady Heather. His happiness, however, was overshadowed by his concern for her. "Are you all right?"
"I'm all right," she said, though not very convincingly. It was clear to Gil that Lady Heather was not all right, but she was trying to appear strong. "I just… I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's no trouble, really."
"I just wanted to talk. If you're not busy, that is. I've been feeling a little down lately, and… Well, I really wanted to hear your voice." She spoke so calmly, but she could not hide her sadness. Gil made a quick decision.
"Do you want me to come over?"
"You don't need to do that," she insisted.
"It's okay," he said. "I want to."
"Gil…" she protested, but he had already made up his mind.
"I want to," he repeated. "Please."
He heard her sigh. "Okay," she said. "I'll see you soon, then. Thank you."
"Thank you," he replied. He wasn't sure how much comfort he could be to her, but he was dying to see her again, even if it meant opening himself up to new pain.
The sight of Lady Heather's mansion was familiar and welcoming to Gil. When he entered, he felt as though he belonged there. He called her name, and heard her voice from the living room.
"In here," she called back to him. He followed the voice, and he found her waiting there for him. Her eyes were red and her hair and clothes were in disarray. She was clearly upset.
"Heather, what's wrong?"
"You didn't have to come," she said.
"I told you. I wanted to do it." He took her hand and led her to the sofa. "Sit down," he said. "Talk to me."
"I'm glad you came," she said. "These past few days have been pretty rough."
"Any particular reason?"
"Difficult clients, stubborn employees, fights with my daughter. The usual things."
Gil put his arm around her shoulder and drew her closer to him. "We all have days like that."
"But that's not all. For a long time I've just felt so… I don't know. Empty. Then I woke up this morning, and I just felt this incredible urge to talk to you."
"I understand," he said, and he did understand. He had felt that way many times since their last visit. He took her hand, and she closed her fingers around his.
"I feel so much better just having you here," she said. A tear escaped from her eye. She breathed deeply, trying not to start crying again.
"It's okay to cry, Heather," he said softly. "Cry all you want. I'll stay right here and hold you."
He felt the weight of her head on his chest. He remembered the last time they had been like this. He glanced at the clock. He did not have to go to work for another four hours. There was plenty of time.
For a while, they sat there together, neither saying anything, as Lady Heather cried. Slowly, her sobs turned to soft weeping, and finally, the tears ceased.
When she could speak again, all she said was, "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," said Gil. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I was wrong."
Everything seemed so clear now. He had been so worried about not being able to give Lady Heather what she needed. But what she needed, he realized, was nothing that he could not provide for her. All that she needed was someone to spend time with her, to talk with her, to dance with her, and above all else, to hold her. And he could be that.
He wanted to thank her, but he could not find the right words. He wanted to thank her for showing him how wrong he had been, and for helping him to face his fears. He had been so afraid of truly giving his heart to a woman for the first time. Lady Heather had helped him to overcome that fear. He had been afraid that he would not have room in his life or his heart for her, but now he knew that he did.
He was still learning. True love was a strange new sensation to him, and it would take time to get used to it. But he knew he could handle it. He could be there for Lady Heather, to love her, to protect her, and to hold her.
To hold her when she cried.
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Send me back my Lady when she cries, for me
My Lady's gonna need me when she cries.
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~~Le Fin.~~
Well, that's the end. Did you like it? BTW, in case you were wondering, yes, Lady Heather DOES have a daughter. She mentions her while talking to Catherine in Slaves of Las Vegas. I just thought I'd point it out in case it seemed kind of random to anybody.