I Shall Believe
He walks slowly across the cool, crisp ground, the autumn leaves falling down around him. As he
walks, he reads the names on the headstones; James Walker, Sarah Thomas, Jesse Scott, Samantha
Pearson. The reads these names, the names he's read a thousand times before. His pace is slow, his steps
deliberate. He walks as though he isn't quite sure where he is going; in reality, he has walked this path
many, many times; too many times. He often thought he could find his way there in his sleep. Sometimes,
in his dreams, he did see himself walking this path; standing there. There. Her grave. The once place he
felt comforted, complete, loved.
*~*Satine Ste-Marie, 1871-1899, An Angel of the Underworld*~*
He kneels beside her grave and places a single white rose in front of her headstone. As he stands, his
hand lingers lovingly over the writing. She was an Angel; she was his Angel, his fallen Angel. He moves to
the foot of the grave, never standing on top of it. Were it summer, his shadow would be cast across her
grave, leaving her headstone in darkness.
*~*~*~*~*~
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me.
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
*~*~*~*~*~
His voice rings out wonderfully, before he even realizes he is singing. These words come from the
same beautiful place all his songs come from. Only this time, it's different; these words come from
somewhere else. Somewhere so pure and so honest that he doesn't even recognize them.
~*~*~*~*~*
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
~*~*~*~*~*
As his song progresses, the wind suddenly kicks up, the trees begin to whisper and rustle, as
though they yearn to be closer to his song. As though they understand its power and its purpose, when even
the singer himself does not.
*~*~*~*~*~
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
*~*~*~*~*~
He pauses, just for a moment, his words echoing softly around the deserted cemetery. He waits
until the echo is silences. As listens to the echo. In that one moment, the sun comes out, the birds cease
their song, and the wind dies down.
~*~*~*~*~*
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again
Would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I shall believe
Not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right it all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
~*~*~*~*~*
In that moment, as the last note of his song dies on the still air, he hears something. Something he
can't possibly have heard. A soft, familiar voice in the silence 'I am here,' says the voice quietly. 'I am here,
and you are home.'
~*The End!*~
Please watch for the sequel to be up soon! This was my first attempt at a songfic, so please tell me if you liked it, what could be improved, or if it sucked and I should give up completely! Thanks!
~love-ends-with-hope~
He walks slowly across the cool, crisp ground, the autumn leaves falling down around him. As he
walks, he reads the names on the headstones; James Walker, Sarah Thomas, Jesse Scott, Samantha
Pearson. The reads these names, the names he's read a thousand times before. His pace is slow, his steps
deliberate. He walks as though he isn't quite sure where he is going; in reality, he has walked this path
many, many times; too many times. He often thought he could find his way there in his sleep. Sometimes,
in his dreams, he did see himself walking this path; standing there. There. Her grave. The once place he
felt comforted, complete, loved.
*~*Satine Ste-Marie, 1871-1899, An Angel of the Underworld*~*
He kneels beside her grave and places a single white rose in front of her headstone. As he stands, his
hand lingers lovingly over the writing. She was an Angel; she was his Angel, his fallen Angel. He moves to
the foot of the grave, never standing on top of it. Were it summer, his shadow would be cast across her
grave, leaving her headstone in darkness.
*~*~*~*~*~
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me.
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
*~*~*~*~*~
His voice rings out wonderfully, before he even realizes he is singing. These words come from the
same beautiful place all his songs come from. Only this time, it's different; these words come from
somewhere else. Somewhere so pure and so honest that he doesn't even recognize them.
~*~*~*~*~*
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
~*~*~*~*~*
As his song progresses, the wind suddenly kicks up, the trees begin to whisper and rustle, as
though they yearn to be closer to his song. As though they understand its power and its purpose, when even
the singer himself does not.
*~*~*~*~*~
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
*~*~*~*~*~
He pauses, just for a moment, his words echoing softly around the deserted cemetery. He waits
until the echo is silences. As listens to the echo. In that one moment, the sun comes out, the birds cease
their song, and the wind dies down.
~*~*~*~*~*
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never again
Would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I shall believe
Not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right it all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
~*~*~*~*~*
In that moment, as the last note of his song dies on the still air, he hears something. Something he
can't possibly have heard. A soft, familiar voice in the silence 'I am here,' says the voice quietly. 'I am here,
and you are home.'
~*The End!*~
Please watch for the sequel to be up soon! This was my first attempt at a songfic, so please tell me if you liked it, what could be improved, or if it sucked and I should give up completely! Thanks!
~love-ends-with-hope~