A/N: lol, I forgot to put a disclaimer in here. I don't own Tuck Everlasting. There it is. And while I say that, I might as well admit that I don't own the song that's in here, either. It's written, performed, and owned by Rachel Kurtz. I tweaked the words a bit so that they applied better to Miles, but it's for the most part the same. It's called "I Will Sing" and, in my story, is the song that he sings for Sarah (the dead Sarah. Hence the title "A Song for Sarah"). Wow. It's like I PLANNED this! (while I'm doing disclaimers, I might as well admit that my English teacher is the originator of that quote. Lol.) I did this in my "final chapter of "A Life of Change" " style. If you haven't read that, it don't matter. The song is in bold, the memories are in italics, and the normal stuff is… well, normal. Anyways, here's the story, finally:
It still hurts my heart when I think of you sometimes.Miles sat on his bed, wondering what his fate would be. Would Sarah choose to drink the water? And, if she did, would they get married and have children, or would she only live with them and be more like a sister than anything else? If they did have children, would they be immortal because both of their parents were? Would it matter?
At noticing his headache, Miles laid down on his bed. Then sudden realization hit him when he realized that his headache was driven by his sore heart. He'd been carrying the burden of Sarah's death for so long, and now Sarah Jackson was toying with his mind, however unintentional. He told himself that she would never be able to take the first Sarah's place, but was that true? She was so much like her… same age, same characteristics, same hair and eyes…
You are gone, but I'm "living the good life," so they say.
He received the "good end" of the stick, Miles realized. Many people would, obviously, rather live than die, and Sarah had died while Miles would live forever. But then why did he long to switch places with her? Why did he so deeply want to die, and for Sarah to live forever?
The crowd is gathered around to watch your sad burial.
The rain is falling down and we are soaked through with remorse.
A roar came from outside. Miles stood from his bed and looked out of the window, where he realized that it was raining. The weather fit his mood, he decided. It rained on the day they buried Sarah, too. The hole had been dug before that, but on the day that they placed her into the ground it had been raining. Why was the weather like that? Why did it always fit a person's mood?
"Sarah's grave," he mumbled, thinking out loud. "Maybe I should go to it, and pay her a visit. I haven't been there in so long…"
So sing that song again for me, right here and now.
In an instant, Miles realized that he would never be able to love Sarah Jackson the way he'd loved his Sarah. He barely remembered how to love that way, much less believed that he could do it. He could not love. He could not play that song.
Trip your fingers over the strings.
Play that tune and I will sing,
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will sing.
"Sarah Tuck," the young dark-haired beauty said through a joyous smile. "It does have a nice ring, doesn't it?"
Your love for me was like a firecracker.
My love for you is like a burning ember.
We said that we'd sing forever,
But we can't remember the words or the lines that we wrote.
We shed our love like a rain-drenched overcoat.
Sarah stared at the spring during the dark night. It was near three in the morning, and she sat there contemplating what the future would hold for her. The water would have been invisible to her eyes, except that the gleam of the moon was caught in the stream, and reflected back to her eyes. She stirred it, as if tempting herself, but then pulled her hand back as if she had been burned, as she remembered Miles telling her that being immortal was much worse than it appeared. Yet, what would happen? What could happen?
So sing that song again for me, right here and now.
Trip your fingers over the strings.
Play that tune and I will sing,
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will sing…
A/N: Eh, I know. This ending was rushed, vague, jumped around, stolen from the movie, and all-around was just bad. Sorry. I figure I can let the reader decide what Sarah did. I planned on having her drink it so that at least ONE Tuck Everlasting fic could end happily, but then I got to thinking… maybe Sarah Jackson would just be a stand-in for the first one, and Miles would never really love her, y'know? So then I was cornered and I didn't know what to do, so this was my solution. Happy birthday, everyone gets what they wanted.
