Title: The Scarred, the Wounded, and the Healer
Author: Candyglory
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the characters and doing my evil way with em.
Summary: A soul is scarred, an angel is wounded, and a heart heals. Who are they? They are all connected in some way or form as the Scarred can't live past the memory of his angel; the angel cannot let go of her past life, and the heart must find a way to heal herself as well as the scars and wounds of others.
Author's note: Although this will be written in the third person point of view, most parts will include a POV from each of the three main characters: the scarred, the wounded, and the healer.
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The Wounded, the Scarred, and the Healer
The Scarred.
The heated rain pounded on the lone figure with droplets of angry daggers falling from the black sky above. It was a war of anger, it was a war of hurt, it was an eternal battle between one man and the infinite skies above. Whatever he did to deserve the hits that he received, he did not know. Nor he would ever know why the skies above had unleashed their furry upon him. Strike after strike, knockdown after knockdown but still he was alive. Why? Why was he alive? Every morning he'd wake up begging the greater powers that bestowed this fury upon him to just take him, kill him, do their way with him. He begged the ground beneath him to open up its underground gates and swallow him whole. But he wasn't that lucky. No, he couldn't be; for every day he'd wake up and discover he wasn't dead yet.he was still alive.
Life. Death. Was there a difference? Who ever said that life consisted in a beating heart apparently had never suffered from the aches of life. But the skies above him knew.they knew he was aching, they knew he was hurt, they knew he was a dead man living. And yet, they wouldn't take him away; they didn't stop his beating heart. They'd strike him time and time again, hurt him more times than he could count, they'd do anything but take the pain away. Couldn't they see he was already wounded? Couldn't they see that he was The Scarred?
The lone figure trembled as cold shivers penetrated through his skin and greeted his fragile bones. His soaked clothes hugged him like a second skin as he stood before her grave. Not the faintest echoes from the city were heard at the silent grave; and other than him, not the slightest proof of life existed there. It was just him and nature like always.him and nature engaged in a never-ending war.
At his thought of war, the skies grew angrier and plunged down with greater fury, the droplets stabbing his cold body with all their might. The skies roared in thunder and the heavy blanket of clouds ended up covering the once-heated sun, covering the little light that had been left in the dark graveyard. And finally, after all the strikes and after all the never-ended darkness, the young man surrendered. His knees betrayed him as he slumped down to the muddy ground and allowed his pain-filled sobs to dominate his entire being.
"You lied!" he screamed as his sobs shook through his body.
"You Lied to ME! You lied! You lied! You lied!" he repeated in anger as he looked up at the heavens and banged his fists against the muddy ground.
"You told me you'd always be there for me," he screamed. The skies answered with another roar of thunder as the young man broke down. The young man looked up again at the gray and heavy sky and shook his head as more anger swept through his fragile body.
"No! You lied! Where are you now? Huh?" the lone figure questioned. "Tell me! Where are you now?"
This time, the skies did not answer his call. The roars of thunder were gone; instead, the sound of silence dominated the graveyard and left the young man's question unanswered.
"Answer Me!" he yelled, pounding his fists harder against the ground.
Again, silence greeted his demand.
The young man starred at the skies and sniffled at the silence. It never answered when he most wanted it. It knew him well, it knew how to hurt him, and it knew his weaknesses. It always came when it was uncalled for, hitting him when it most hurt and leaving him alone when he most needed answers.
Several minutes passed and still there was silence. The droplets of rain that had plunged down in masses earlier were now just a memory printed clearly on the wet ground and the several puddles of mud. Tired of the cold, tired of the silence, or maybe just tired of the pain, he surrendered once again to the skies above and their deadly strikes of silence. He got up, wiped his tears, and left behind the single red rose he had brought for her.
He put his hands in his wet pockets and started to walk away. He'd come back again tomorrow just like he had done for the last 7 months. He'd fight again in a couple of seconds just like he had done since he had lost her.
Coming up to the golden gates and reaching toward the handle, he turned his head back for the last time and landed his gaze on the lonely tombstone. "You lied to me, my love. You told me that we'd always be together, but we still aren't."
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
We were out on a date in my daddy's car
We hadn't driven very far
There in the road, straight ahead
A car was stalled, the engine was dead
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right
I'll never forget, the sound that night
The screamin' tires, the bustin' glass
The painful scream that I heard last
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
When I woke up the rain was pouring down
There were people standing all around
Something warm, flowing through my eyes
But somehow I found, my baby that night
I lifted her head she looked at me and said
"Hold me darling just a little while"
I held her close I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that I knew I had missed
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight
I lost my love, my life, that night
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
Woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
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The Wounded...
"But...but we are!" she sighed. It had been seven months and he still did not feel her. She was right by his side as he did everything.but he did not feel her. He did not feel her hugging him tightly as his body rocked with sobs each night. He did not feel her kissing his scar as he looked at himself in the mirror. He did not feel her sitting on his desk and helping him through all his paperwork in the office. He most likely also did not feel her as she curled up right next to his body all these cold winter nights.
He did not feel her. He always visited her at her grave, bringing with him a single red rose. He believed that he could find her at the grave; but he was wrong. She was not in the grave; she was by his side. She was his angel. Did he know he had an angel? She had promised him they'd always be together. Did he doubt her words? Did he doubt her promise?
He hurt her and he did not know it. He hurt her by not feeling her. He hurt her by doubting her promise. Her loss pained him, it ached him, it left him hallow inside. But did he know it left her hallow as well? Did he know that being miserable made her miserable as well? She had seen him fight a war with nature, a war with destiny. She had felt it when he stumbled over and over again. She died time and time again every time he would wake up hoping to die.
She was not gone. How could she leave? How could she leave and leave him behind? He needed her and she would turn her back against heaven if it meant that she would be there for him one more time. She was his angel. She was here, right next to him but he did not feel her; he did not feel his angel and that thought left her wounded.
She leaned her head on his shoulder as he walked through the streets of Roswell. The night's chill made its presence known to the Roswell's inhabitants as it made its way into their bodies, into their heart. Nevertheless, she still walked by his side as he wandered around in the midnight hours of this cold winter night. It had started becoming a habit of his. Every night since the accident he would visit her grave, he would offer a single red rose, and then wander around the streets of Roswell. She guessed it helped him clear his mind.or maybe helped him fill his mind with thoughts and reflections.
Having reached his destination, he came to a stop at the park and sat down in one of the white benches. He leaned his head back and starred at the stars. She looked intently at him and looked up at the stars as well. Sometimes, she would give anything just to know what he was thinking. Even after death, he still never ceased to puzzle her. But this time as he looked up at the stars, she had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking. Even though his eyes were now closed, she would recognize that look anywhere. The way his brows scrunched up, deep in concentration; the way his shoulders stopped fighting a war and slumped; the dark aura that hugged him as he got lost in thought.it was her. He was thinking about her.
She sighed and sat down next to him, cuddling really close to him to dismiss the midnight chill. It had stopped raining a while ago and the skies were now clearing but the droplets of rain had not vanished without first leaving behind the memory of their scent in the midnight air. It was okay, she guessed; as long as they were together it would all be okay. She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her small hand around his body. Cupping his face gently, she brought her lips next to his for a tender Goodnight Kiss.
Perhaps he felt her, or perhaps it was the wind's whisper what relaxed his body to sleep. But they stayed that way. All through the night, they stayed together just the way it should have been. She stayed with him; watching him and keeping away the demons that haunted him in his wake just like she had every single night. She guarded him all through the night, making sure to bring him comfort and give him sweet dreams. After all, she was his angel. If she couldn't stop his hurt during waking hours, she would be sure to take away all his ache in his dreams.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Laying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
'Cause I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
*********
The Healer...
The young woman peered at the young man sitting on the bench. By the looks of it, it had appeared as though he had slept at the park all night.
Odd. That's what he was. Odd and weird. Maybe even mysterious.
She had just moved from New York a few weeks ago and had happened to stay in the building right across from his. She had seen him a few times from her bedroom window, a bedroom window that just happened to be located right across his own bedroom window. He probably didn't even know she existed; but then again, she suspected that he lived off in his own little world and didn't know that anything but he and his little world existed.
Unfortunately for her, she still didn't know anybody at Roswell. But maybe that was her fault. She hadn't left her room much; she didn't want to run into trouble like she had in New York. And so she had spent most of her days bored to death locked up inside her room. Even at night, insomnia would make sure to cloud her mind and prevent her from getting her well- deserved sleep. Meaningless thought would tap against her mind over and over again with such a fury that made it impossible for her to sleep. So boredom would make sure she would be looking out her window during the midnight hours of each night. And of course, his window was always open, giving her a clear view of his bedroom. Why he would leave his window open on a cold December night was beyond her. But then again, this was the Odd guy she was talking about here.
Nothing he did surprised her anymore. If he wasn't pacing around in his room during the midnight hours, he would be walking around the streets, roaming around the streets. She had spotted him several times at the park that was right next to his building. What was a grown-up guy doing at the park during the midnight hours was also beyond her. He was Odd, maybe that would also explain it.
She stretched her neck to get a better look of the Odd man. He was cute. Sexy. His wild hair was untamable and his lips were those of a sinner. He was everything her mother has warned her about. Or at least he seemed that way; it was not like she actually knew him. But something told her that her instincts were right and he was the kind she should stay away from. He was mysterious and weird. For all she knew, he probably belonged to some mob. Maybe he was even a drug dealer! He was Odd very Odd.
She sighed and closed the curtains. She had enough with odd men. In fact, she had enough with all men. Didn't want them. Didn't need them. It was better to live without them. They'd just hurt her; they all did. Yep, it was better to stay away from them, especially the Odd ones.
She frowned and peeked out her window one last time. Who was she kidding? She couldn't stay away from them if she tried. It must have been written somewhere in the stars that she would be attracted to Odd men. It had happened in New York and it seemed to already be happening in Roswell.
Faith wanted to deal her a bad hand again. But why? Couldn't faith see she was already hurt? Couldn't faith see that the last relationship had left her devastated? She had wanted his love and got his betrayal instead. He had been Odd from the very beginning but she had ignored the signs and had fallen for him. Now, the story couldn't repeat itself. What kind of games was destiny playing with her? All she wanted was a nice normal man that could give her love, the love she yearned for and ached. Love. Not Hurt. Love. So why? Why couldn't she find it?
I need love, love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
You got to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
But how many heartaches
Must I stand before I find a love
To let me live again
Right now the only thing
That keeps me hangin' on
When I feel my strength, yeah
It's almost gone
I remember mama said:
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How much more can I take
Before loneliness will cause my heart
Heart to break?
No I can't bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that I, I can't go on
These precious words keeps me hangin' on
I remember mama said:
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
No, love, love, don't come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
To hold me tight
I keep waiting
I keep on waiting
But it ain't easy
It ain't easy
But mama said:
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
TBC...
Author: Candyglory
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the characters and doing my evil way with em.
Summary: A soul is scarred, an angel is wounded, and a heart heals. Who are they? They are all connected in some way or form as the Scarred can't live past the memory of his angel; the angel cannot let go of her past life, and the heart must find a way to heal herself as well as the scars and wounds of others.
Author's note: Although this will be written in the third person point of view, most parts will include a POV from each of the three main characters: the scarred, the wounded, and the healer.
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The Wounded, the Scarred, and the Healer
The Scarred.
The heated rain pounded on the lone figure with droplets of angry daggers falling from the black sky above. It was a war of anger, it was a war of hurt, it was an eternal battle between one man and the infinite skies above. Whatever he did to deserve the hits that he received, he did not know. Nor he would ever know why the skies above had unleashed their furry upon him. Strike after strike, knockdown after knockdown but still he was alive. Why? Why was he alive? Every morning he'd wake up begging the greater powers that bestowed this fury upon him to just take him, kill him, do their way with him. He begged the ground beneath him to open up its underground gates and swallow him whole. But he wasn't that lucky. No, he couldn't be; for every day he'd wake up and discover he wasn't dead yet.he was still alive.
Life. Death. Was there a difference? Who ever said that life consisted in a beating heart apparently had never suffered from the aches of life. But the skies above him knew.they knew he was aching, they knew he was hurt, they knew he was a dead man living. And yet, they wouldn't take him away; they didn't stop his beating heart. They'd strike him time and time again, hurt him more times than he could count, they'd do anything but take the pain away. Couldn't they see he was already wounded? Couldn't they see that he was The Scarred?
The lone figure trembled as cold shivers penetrated through his skin and greeted his fragile bones. His soaked clothes hugged him like a second skin as he stood before her grave. Not the faintest echoes from the city were heard at the silent grave; and other than him, not the slightest proof of life existed there. It was just him and nature like always.him and nature engaged in a never-ending war.
At his thought of war, the skies grew angrier and plunged down with greater fury, the droplets stabbing his cold body with all their might. The skies roared in thunder and the heavy blanket of clouds ended up covering the once-heated sun, covering the little light that had been left in the dark graveyard. And finally, after all the strikes and after all the never-ended darkness, the young man surrendered. His knees betrayed him as he slumped down to the muddy ground and allowed his pain-filled sobs to dominate his entire being.
"You lied!" he screamed as his sobs shook through his body.
"You Lied to ME! You lied! You lied! You lied!" he repeated in anger as he looked up at the heavens and banged his fists against the muddy ground.
"You told me you'd always be there for me," he screamed. The skies answered with another roar of thunder as the young man broke down. The young man looked up again at the gray and heavy sky and shook his head as more anger swept through his fragile body.
"No! You lied! Where are you now? Huh?" the lone figure questioned. "Tell me! Where are you now?"
This time, the skies did not answer his call. The roars of thunder were gone; instead, the sound of silence dominated the graveyard and left the young man's question unanswered.
"Answer Me!" he yelled, pounding his fists harder against the ground.
Again, silence greeted his demand.
The young man starred at the skies and sniffled at the silence. It never answered when he most wanted it. It knew him well, it knew how to hurt him, and it knew his weaknesses. It always came when it was uncalled for, hitting him when it most hurt and leaving him alone when he most needed answers.
Several minutes passed and still there was silence. The droplets of rain that had plunged down in masses earlier were now just a memory printed clearly on the wet ground and the several puddles of mud. Tired of the cold, tired of the silence, or maybe just tired of the pain, he surrendered once again to the skies above and their deadly strikes of silence. He got up, wiped his tears, and left behind the single red rose he had brought for her.
He put his hands in his wet pockets and started to walk away. He'd come back again tomorrow just like he had done for the last 7 months. He'd fight again in a couple of seconds just like he had done since he had lost her.
Coming up to the golden gates and reaching toward the handle, he turned his head back for the last time and landed his gaze on the lonely tombstone. "You lied to me, my love. You told me that we'd always be together, but we still aren't."
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
We were out on a date in my daddy's car
We hadn't driven very far
There in the road, straight ahead
A car was stalled, the engine was dead
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right
I'll never forget, the sound that night
The screamin' tires, the bustin' glass
The painful scream that I heard last
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
When I woke up the rain was pouring down
There were people standing all around
Something warm, flowing through my eyes
But somehow I found, my baby that night
I lifted her head she looked at me and said
"Hold me darling just a little while"
I held her close I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that I knew I had missed
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight
I lost my love, my life, that night
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
Woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh
Woh woh woh woh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh
*********
The Wounded...
"But...but we are!" she sighed. It had been seven months and he still did not feel her. She was right by his side as he did everything.but he did not feel her. He did not feel her hugging him tightly as his body rocked with sobs each night. He did not feel her kissing his scar as he looked at himself in the mirror. He did not feel her sitting on his desk and helping him through all his paperwork in the office. He most likely also did not feel her as she curled up right next to his body all these cold winter nights.
He did not feel her. He always visited her at her grave, bringing with him a single red rose. He believed that he could find her at the grave; but he was wrong. She was not in the grave; she was by his side. She was his angel. Did he know he had an angel? She had promised him they'd always be together. Did he doubt her words? Did he doubt her promise?
He hurt her and he did not know it. He hurt her by not feeling her. He hurt her by doubting her promise. Her loss pained him, it ached him, it left him hallow inside. But did he know it left her hallow as well? Did he know that being miserable made her miserable as well? She had seen him fight a war with nature, a war with destiny. She had felt it when he stumbled over and over again. She died time and time again every time he would wake up hoping to die.
She was not gone. How could she leave? How could she leave and leave him behind? He needed her and she would turn her back against heaven if it meant that she would be there for him one more time. She was his angel. She was here, right next to him but he did not feel her; he did not feel his angel and that thought left her wounded.
She leaned her head on his shoulder as he walked through the streets of Roswell. The night's chill made its presence known to the Roswell's inhabitants as it made its way into their bodies, into their heart. Nevertheless, she still walked by his side as he wandered around in the midnight hours of this cold winter night. It had started becoming a habit of his. Every night since the accident he would visit her grave, he would offer a single red rose, and then wander around the streets of Roswell. She guessed it helped him clear his mind.or maybe helped him fill his mind with thoughts and reflections.
Having reached his destination, he came to a stop at the park and sat down in one of the white benches. He leaned his head back and starred at the stars. She looked intently at him and looked up at the stars as well. Sometimes, she would give anything just to know what he was thinking. Even after death, he still never ceased to puzzle her. But this time as he looked up at the stars, she had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking. Even though his eyes were now closed, she would recognize that look anywhere. The way his brows scrunched up, deep in concentration; the way his shoulders stopped fighting a war and slumped; the dark aura that hugged him as he got lost in thought.it was her. He was thinking about her.
She sighed and sat down next to him, cuddling really close to him to dismiss the midnight chill. It had stopped raining a while ago and the skies were now clearing but the droplets of rain had not vanished without first leaving behind the memory of their scent in the midnight air. It was okay, she guessed; as long as they were together it would all be okay. She leaned her head on his shoulder and wrapped her small hand around his body. Cupping his face gently, she brought her lips next to his for a tender Goodnight Kiss.
Perhaps he felt her, or perhaps it was the wind's whisper what relaxed his body to sleep. But they stayed that way. All through the night, they stayed together just the way it should have been. She stayed with him; watching him and keeping away the demons that haunted him in his wake just like she had every single night. She guarded him all through the night, making sure to bring him comfort and give him sweet dreams. After all, she was his angel. If she couldn't stop his hurt during waking hours, she would be sure to take away all his ache in his dreams.
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
Laying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time
Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
'Cause I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
*********
The Healer...
The young woman peered at the young man sitting on the bench. By the looks of it, it had appeared as though he had slept at the park all night.
Odd. That's what he was. Odd and weird. Maybe even mysterious.
She had just moved from New York a few weeks ago and had happened to stay in the building right across from his. She had seen him a few times from her bedroom window, a bedroom window that just happened to be located right across his own bedroom window. He probably didn't even know she existed; but then again, she suspected that he lived off in his own little world and didn't know that anything but he and his little world existed.
Unfortunately for her, she still didn't know anybody at Roswell. But maybe that was her fault. She hadn't left her room much; she didn't want to run into trouble like she had in New York. And so she had spent most of her days bored to death locked up inside her room. Even at night, insomnia would make sure to cloud her mind and prevent her from getting her well- deserved sleep. Meaningless thought would tap against her mind over and over again with such a fury that made it impossible for her to sleep. So boredom would make sure she would be looking out her window during the midnight hours of each night. And of course, his window was always open, giving her a clear view of his bedroom. Why he would leave his window open on a cold December night was beyond her. But then again, this was the Odd guy she was talking about here.
Nothing he did surprised her anymore. If he wasn't pacing around in his room during the midnight hours, he would be walking around the streets, roaming around the streets. She had spotted him several times at the park that was right next to his building. What was a grown-up guy doing at the park during the midnight hours was also beyond her. He was Odd, maybe that would also explain it.
She stretched her neck to get a better look of the Odd man. He was cute. Sexy. His wild hair was untamable and his lips were those of a sinner. He was everything her mother has warned her about. Or at least he seemed that way; it was not like she actually knew him. But something told her that her instincts were right and he was the kind she should stay away from. He was mysterious and weird. For all she knew, he probably belonged to some mob. Maybe he was even a drug dealer! He was Odd very Odd.
She sighed and closed the curtains. She had enough with odd men. In fact, she had enough with all men. Didn't want them. Didn't need them. It was better to live without them. They'd just hurt her; they all did. Yep, it was better to stay away from them, especially the Odd ones.
She frowned and peeked out her window one last time. Who was she kidding? She couldn't stay away from them if she tried. It must have been written somewhere in the stars that she would be attracted to Odd men. It had happened in New York and it seemed to already be happening in Roswell.
Faith wanted to deal her a bad hand again. But why? Couldn't faith see she was already hurt? Couldn't faith see that the last relationship had left her devastated? She had wanted his love and got his betrayal instead. He had been Odd from the very beginning but she had ignored the signs and had fallen for him. Now, the story couldn't repeat itself. What kind of games was destiny playing with her? All she wanted was a nice normal man that could give her love, the love she yearned for and ached. Love. Not Hurt. Love. So why? Why couldn't she find it?
I need love, love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
You got to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
But how many heartaches
Must I stand before I find a love
To let me live again
Right now the only thing
That keeps me hangin' on
When I feel my strength, yeah
It's almost gone
I remember mama said:
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How much more can I take
Before loneliness will cause my heart
Heart to break?
No I can't bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that I, I can't go on
These precious words keeps me hangin' on
I remember mama said:
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
No, love, love, don't come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
To hold me tight
I keep waiting
I keep on waiting
But it ain't easy
It ain't easy
But mama said:
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take
TBC...