This was written extremly quickly. I hope you like.
The long and winding road, that leads to your door,
Will never disappear, I've seen that road before,
It always leads me here, lead me to your door.
Danny stared ahead of him, into the blackness of the night. How had it come to this? The rain was heavy, pounding away at the road. His hair was wet, he was wet, but it wasn't all the rain. He had been crying, to. Something snapped all of the sudden. Marrin was gone, probably never coming back.
He had done all he could, didn't he? He'd cared about her and been there for her, hadn't he?
….
Did he do all the right things?
The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears, crying for the day,
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way.
The winter air was unusually warm, but the slight breezes caused him to shiver. How had it come to this?
Standing alone.
He was standing at the end of the sidewalk, stepping into the road, watching ahead so far the fog blurred the silhouettes of trees. Just as his future, the road ahead was obscured by signs and bumps; mistakes he'd made.
He took a step forward. If he went to see her, would Sam forgive him? If Marrin ever came back, would she?
She probably hated him, now…
He couldn't blame her.
Sams house was just ahead. He'd been walking through the terrible storm; his parents where long asleep and so was Jazz. It was just him and the rain…
He took a breath, drenched in his pain again. He felt tossed away in the black night, lost in its never ending void. He felt Marrins leave was entirely his fault. If Marrin left because he'd hurt her, he couldn't let Sam do the same.
He closed his eyes. Did he just here something? A voice…A beautiful voice singing?
Many times I've been alone, and many times I've cried.
Any way you've always known, the many ways I've tried.
And still they lead me back, to the long, winding road,
You left me standing here, a long, long time ago,
Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.
To good to be true. Samantha Manson put down her acoustic guitar after practicing a few chords, and opened the window to feel the rain. She couldn't sleep. When she was awake, she thought of him. When she was asleep, she'd dream of him...
"Danny?"
For a moment they just stared at each other. Just…stared. Violet eyes captured bright blue eyes. It was an awkward moment.
Then Danny fell on his knees.
"I'm sorry, Sam…" He tried to say, but the rain muffled his voice.
She rushed as fast as she could down the stairs in her silken purple pajamas. They grew drenched quickly, but she didn't care. Rushing over to the broken and crumpled figure, she embraced him. She heard his weeping soft, as soft as drifting snow.
"I'm sorry." He kept saying. He'd gotten hit hard with guilt, and Sam had no idea why.
Holding him, hurt, hurt her so bad…
Would he ever know?
But she knew she had to be there for him.
Before she realized what she was doing, she was crying, to…
But still they lead me back, to the long, winding road,
You left me standing here, a long, long time ago
Don't keep me waiting here, lead me to your door...