Note: I was looking over the story and decided that it was really too short. So, I went ahead and wrote this. I hope you enjoy it. It's another songfic with a song I wrote. It's a look into your choice of newsie's feelings the morning after.
He exited from the apartment building, closing the door softly behind him. His eyes looked unfocused, but not of insanity, but of sadness...and longing. When the mist hit his face, he looked up, making the bags under his eyes visible.
He placed his hands into his thin jacket pockets, not really trying to keep out the cold. It was still raining outside, the sky clouded over with what seemed like a permanent shade of gray. The pavement was slick with water and he watched with a sad smile as some children jumped into the puddles littering the sidewalk. They looked so happy...a feeling that felt so foreign right now.
Staring off into the rain, he allowed his mind to wander. He finally blinked, awakening from his depressed mode. The endless display of falling water melted together and her face seemed visible in the droplets. Almost as if in a spell, he walked towards the familiar figure, until he forgot where he was and set out at a ran.
The figure dissolved back into rain as he reached it, splattering onto the pavement, once again a part of nature. It was almost as if they were her tears, pouring down from heaven, wanting to reach him. The cold stinging brought him back to the present. His face felt every drop that splashed against it.
He continued walking, on his journey to wherever his feet wished to lead him. His eyes traveled up to the clouds above. She would have been happy this morning, seeing the rain gently disappearing onto the streets. The passing shadows formed her face, smiling down at him. It was raining and no matter where she was, she was happy. He shook his head...he didn't want to remember....not now.
His footsteps quickened as he turned the corner. No matter where he went, her face appeared before him. It was like it was haunting him, but not in a harmful way. The wind whispered her words into his ears, telling him of better times...when they were together.
He had to admit it...he wanted her there. He wanted to glance down at his hand to see hers grasped in it. He wanted to feel her lips against his, saying that he would get through this. He wanted to hear her footsteps sounding next to his, sounding after every one of his steps, making a beat against the street.
He reached his hand out, imagining her next to him. All his hand grasped was the fog rising from the ground, the wisps flowing from between his fingers. He opened his fist, his eyes finding nothing inside but four nailprints imprinted his skin.
He spun around, a feeling that he was being watched flowing over him. All he saw was people crossing the streets and vendors selling food. Boys with newspapers shouted out the headlines like he used to do. An occasional girl walked by with a bundle of papers in her arms.
He remembered the day when he had met her. He was still a newsie, although his adult years were approaching. She had been trying to sell, but wasn't having the best of luck. People passed by without a glance at the girl with the saddened expression, also mixed with failure. He had just happened to pass by and decided to help the girl with her selling methods before leading her to the ever famous diner.
The years passed through his head as the memories came back...their first kiss, the first time he had made her blush, the rosy glow adorning her face. All up to the moment when he asked for her hand in marriage and her tear-stained face as she said 'yes'.
He sighed and looked up once more to the sky. The first time he had seen her face light up in excitement as the rain came pouring down. He gazed at the clouds, ones that held so many more memories than he could ever remember.
He played with the shapes in the sky. Her face shaped into the clouds. But the cotton forms didn't do it any grace. She was more beautiful than any shape the clouds could form.
Although he knew that it wasn't real, he wished that it was her. He watched as the cloud moved slowly across the sky. He hoped that it would never be removed from the heavens, so that in the morning, he would always see her there.
A burst of cold air hit him and he involuntarily shivered, but it was because of more than the chill. He didn't want her to go...he wanted everyone to know that she was his one and only. It was kinda hard to do though when her only memory lived in the clouds, the rain, the sky, the water drops that slid down the glass of the windows.
Still, he made a small promise to himself, that every time it rained, he would take the time to look up in the sky and give a small smile to her face in the clouds. Even if he couldn't physically see or hear her anymore, he wanted her to know that he remembered. And maybe that he thought that the rain wasn't so bad anymore...as long as he could see her face in the sky...in his imagination.
Imagination
Thought I saw your figure in the rain
Ran to see you again
Turned out to be an illusion
A trick played by the brain
Shadows played across the sky
Saw your face and wondered why
Can't get you out my mind
Why can't I leave you behind
(Chorus)
My imagination
Trying to tell me where to turn
Every corner I see you there
Wishing you were here
But my hands reach out
And find nothing there
Wisps of fog float away
From my empty hands
Felt your presence behind me
Turned to find nothing but air
Invisible to the naked eye
Soaring off to the sky
Clouds come and form your face
But it doesn't do you any grace
Still I wish that it were true
That it was really you
A shiver runs up and down my spine
Wish that you were still mine
Don't want to let you go
I loved you more than you'll ever know
My imagination
Trying to tell me where to turn
Every corner I see you there
Wishing you were here
But my hands reach out
And find nothing there
Wisps of fog float away
From my empty hands
He exited from the apartment building, closing the door softly behind him. His eyes looked unfocused, but not of insanity, but of sadness...and longing. When the mist hit his face, he looked up, making the bags under his eyes visible.
He placed his hands into his thin jacket pockets, not really trying to keep out the cold. It was still raining outside, the sky clouded over with what seemed like a permanent shade of gray. The pavement was slick with water and he watched with a sad smile as some children jumped into the puddles littering the sidewalk. They looked so happy...a feeling that felt so foreign right now.
Staring off into the rain, he allowed his mind to wander. He finally blinked, awakening from his depressed mode. The endless display of falling water melted together and her face seemed visible in the droplets. Almost as if in a spell, he walked towards the familiar figure, until he forgot where he was and set out at a ran.
The figure dissolved back into rain as he reached it, splattering onto the pavement, once again a part of nature. It was almost as if they were her tears, pouring down from heaven, wanting to reach him. The cold stinging brought him back to the present. His face felt every drop that splashed against it.
He continued walking, on his journey to wherever his feet wished to lead him. His eyes traveled up to the clouds above. She would have been happy this morning, seeing the rain gently disappearing onto the streets. The passing shadows formed her face, smiling down at him. It was raining and no matter where she was, she was happy. He shook his head...he didn't want to remember....not now.
His footsteps quickened as he turned the corner. No matter where he went, her face appeared before him. It was like it was haunting him, but not in a harmful way. The wind whispered her words into his ears, telling him of better times...when they were together.
He had to admit it...he wanted her there. He wanted to glance down at his hand to see hers grasped in it. He wanted to feel her lips against his, saying that he would get through this. He wanted to hear her footsteps sounding next to his, sounding after every one of his steps, making a beat against the street.
He reached his hand out, imagining her next to him. All his hand grasped was the fog rising from the ground, the wisps flowing from between his fingers. He opened his fist, his eyes finding nothing inside but four nailprints imprinted his skin.
He spun around, a feeling that he was being watched flowing over him. All he saw was people crossing the streets and vendors selling food. Boys with newspapers shouted out the headlines like he used to do. An occasional girl walked by with a bundle of papers in her arms.
He remembered the day when he had met her. He was still a newsie, although his adult years were approaching. She had been trying to sell, but wasn't having the best of luck. People passed by without a glance at the girl with the saddened expression, also mixed with failure. He had just happened to pass by and decided to help the girl with her selling methods before leading her to the ever famous diner.
The years passed through his head as the memories came back...their first kiss, the first time he had made her blush, the rosy glow adorning her face. All up to the moment when he asked for her hand in marriage and her tear-stained face as she said 'yes'.
He sighed and looked up once more to the sky. The first time he had seen her face light up in excitement as the rain came pouring down. He gazed at the clouds, ones that held so many more memories than he could ever remember.
He played with the shapes in the sky. Her face shaped into the clouds. But the cotton forms didn't do it any grace. She was more beautiful than any shape the clouds could form.
Although he knew that it wasn't real, he wished that it was her. He watched as the cloud moved slowly across the sky. He hoped that it would never be removed from the heavens, so that in the morning, he would always see her there.
A burst of cold air hit him and he involuntarily shivered, but it was because of more than the chill. He didn't want her to go...he wanted everyone to know that she was his one and only. It was kinda hard to do though when her only memory lived in the clouds, the rain, the sky, the water drops that slid down the glass of the windows.
Still, he made a small promise to himself, that every time it rained, he would take the time to look up in the sky and give a small smile to her face in the clouds. Even if he couldn't physically see or hear her anymore, he wanted her to know that he remembered. And maybe that he thought that the rain wasn't so bad anymore...as long as he could see her face in the sky...in his imagination.
Imagination
Thought I saw your figure in the rain
Ran to see you again
Turned out to be an illusion
A trick played by the brain
Shadows played across the sky
Saw your face and wondered why
Can't get you out my mind
Why can't I leave you behind
(Chorus)
My imagination
Trying to tell me where to turn
Every corner I see you there
Wishing you were here
But my hands reach out
And find nothing there
Wisps of fog float away
From my empty hands
Felt your presence behind me
Turned to find nothing but air
Invisible to the naked eye
Soaring off to the sky
Clouds come and form your face
But it doesn't do you any grace
Still I wish that it were true
That it was really you
A shiver runs up and down my spine
Wish that you were still mine
Don't want to let you go
I loved you more than you'll ever know
My imagination
Trying to tell me where to turn
Every corner I see you there
Wishing you were here
But my hands reach out
And find nothing there
Wisps of fog float away
From my empty hands