A/N I don't own the characters. The song belongs to Garth Brooks. Takes place
minutes after the first part. Internal thoughts are in italics. The line
they used is from The Glass Menagerie also not mine.
There's a ship out on the ocean,
At the mercy of the sea.
It's been tossed about,
Lost and broken,
Wandring aimlessly.
And God somehow you know,
That ship is me.
She didn't go far before pulling off the road again, to blinded by her tears to drive. She hated the tears and anymore they came way to often, she was sick of hiding. Remembering what he had said she reached for the glove compartment thinking, "I didn't see him, put anything in there." Trembling she opened the door reaching and pulling out a key attached to the chain. Through her tears she recognized the charms, an angel and the letter L. Numb she clutched the key into her hand trying to calm down.
'Cause there's a lighthouse,
In a harbor,
Shining faithfully.
Pouring its light out,
Across the water.
For this sinking soul to see,
That someone out there still believes in me.
She went up to the room when she got back to the house. He wasn't there, never was Slightly calmer she went to her desk unlocking the top door to see inside. In a tiny frame was a picture of her when she was happy before it all fell apart. They were smiling not a care in the world, oblivious to the fact the camera had went off. Chloe had given it to her right after he had left, hoping it would make her feel better. Next she pulled out a medal, the one he refused to take back, she had clutched it for nights. Under it was a box, she knew what was inside, the ring she wore until the end of college but still kept unable to believe he would never come back.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I'm reaching out,
'Till we reach the circle's end.
When you come back to me again.
Unsure what to do she put the key in the desk closing the drawer. Sighing she went upstairs and got changed putting on some old sweats the word Crows across the back. Barefoot, she went back downstairs and put on the cd, listening to his voice. Her husband never got it, what made her listen to "that music" as he called it. Not knowing that it was the one thing that kept her sane, kept here there. She'd taken to only playing them when he wasn't there, not wanting to answer the questions she didn't know the answers to.
There's a moment,
That we all come to.
In our own time and in our own space.
For all that we've done,
We can undo,
If our hearts' in the right place.
He sat in front of the fireplace, glancing into the flames. The place was still haunted with memories he had tried to escape but never could. She was always around him even when he pushed her away. Again he replayed a conversation they had in his head
"I loved hearing you read it."
"You never did like the ending much"
"What was that line again?"
"Blow out your candle Laura."
"It wasn't up to her was it?"
"No, it never was."
He had tried over and over to blow out the candle but never could it burned to deeply.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I'm reaching out,
'Till we reach the circle's end.
And you come back to me again.
Pulling a chain out from under his shirt he played with the green gem. He never took it off anymore. He had for a while kept it with him just wouldn't wear it. Then his hotel room got broken into and he almost lost it. After that it never came off, it was safer with him. Safer that's was a joke, he had taken to taping the necklace down during concerts so it wouldn't get stolen.
And again I see,
My yesterday's in front of me,
And folding like a mystery.
You're changing all that isn't used to be.
Making up her mind she want back to the desk, pulling out the key. She ran out into the storm not caring that her coat was still inside. She barely remembered to put on the seatbelt before peeling out of the driveway. It happened ½ way there. She didn't shift fast enough ending up in a ditch. Hitting her fists off the steering wheel she cursed the familiarity of the situation before getting out and walking.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I'm reaching out,
'Till we reach the circle's end.
When you come back to me again.
She barely registered how cold or wet she was by the time she reached his apartment. She stopped at the door unsure not that she was there after so many years, not since the night before he left. Trembling she put the key in the door unlocking it but unable to open it still standing in the rain terrified of what she was about to do. Making up her mind she pushed open the door walking in.
When you come back to me again.
He turned around when he heard the door opening, not believing what he had heard. He had turned to look at every noise all night. But there she was shaking and soaking wet a bruise forming around her eye, Quickly he got up pulling the blanket off the back of the couch as he stood. Moving he wrapped it around her shoulders pulling her into his arms as well.
There's a ship out on the ocean,
At the mercy of the sea.
It's been tossed about,
Lost and broken,
Wandring aimlessly.
And God somehow you know,
That ship is me.
She didn't go far before pulling off the road again, to blinded by her tears to drive. She hated the tears and anymore they came way to often, she was sick of hiding. Remembering what he had said she reached for the glove compartment thinking, "I didn't see him, put anything in there." Trembling she opened the door reaching and pulling out a key attached to the chain. Through her tears she recognized the charms, an angel and the letter L. Numb she clutched the key into her hand trying to calm down.
'Cause there's a lighthouse,
In a harbor,
Shining faithfully.
Pouring its light out,
Across the water.
For this sinking soul to see,
That someone out there still believes in me.
She went up to the room when she got back to the house. He wasn't there, never was Slightly calmer she went to her desk unlocking the top door to see inside. In a tiny frame was a picture of her when she was happy before it all fell apart. They were smiling not a care in the world, oblivious to the fact the camera had went off. Chloe had given it to her right after he had left, hoping it would make her feel better. Next she pulled out a medal, the one he refused to take back, she had clutched it for nights. Under it was a box, she knew what was inside, the ring she wore until the end of college but still kept unable to believe he would never come back.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I'm reaching out,
'Till we reach the circle's end.
When you come back to me again.
Unsure what to do she put the key in the desk closing the drawer. Sighing she went upstairs and got changed putting on some old sweats the word Crows across the back. Barefoot, she went back downstairs and put on the cd, listening to his voice. Her husband never got it, what made her listen to "that music" as he called it. Not knowing that it was the one thing that kept her sane, kept here there. She'd taken to only playing them when he wasn't there, not wanting to answer the questions she didn't know the answers to.
There's a moment,
That we all come to.
In our own time and in our own space.
For all that we've done,
We can undo,
If our hearts' in the right place.
He sat in front of the fireplace, glancing into the flames. The place was still haunted with memories he had tried to escape but never could. She was always around him even when he pushed her away. Again he replayed a conversation they had in his head
"I loved hearing you read it."
"You never did like the ending much"
"What was that line again?"
"Blow out your candle Laura."
"It wasn't up to her was it?"
"No, it never was."
He had tried over and over to blow out the candle but never could it burned to deeply.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I'm reaching out,
'Till we reach the circle's end.
And you come back to me again.
Pulling a chain out from under his shirt he played with the green gem. He never took it off anymore. He had for a while kept it with him just wouldn't wear it. Then his hotel room got broken into and he almost lost it. After that it never came off, it was safer with him. Safer that's was a joke, he had taken to taping the necklace down during concerts so it wouldn't get stolen.
And again I see,
My yesterday's in front of me,
And folding like a mystery.
You're changing all that isn't used to be.
Making up her mind she want back to the desk, pulling out the key. She ran out into the storm not caring that her coat was still inside. She barely remembered to put on the seatbelt before peeling out of the driveway. It happened ½ way there. She didn't shift fast enough ending up in a ditch. Hitting her fists off the steering wheel she cursed the familiarity of the situation before getting out and walking.
On a prayer,
In a song,
I hear your voice,
And it keeps me hanging on.
Oh, raining down, against the wind.
I'm reaching out,
'Till we reach the circle's end.
When you come back to me again.
She barely registered how cold or wet she was by the time she reached his apartment. She stopped at the door unsure not that she was there after so many years, not since the night before he left. Trembling she put the key in the door unlocking it but unable to open it still standing in the rain terrified of what she was about to do. Making up her mind she pushed open the door walking in.
When you come back to me again.
He turned around when he heard the door opening, not believing what he had heard. He had turned to look at every noise all night. But there she was shaking and soaking wet a bruise forming around her eye, Quickly he got up pulling the blanket off the back of the couch as he stood. Moving he wrapped it around her shoulders pulling her into his arms as well.