A/N: Well, I've decided to make this a mini-series. Except for the fact
that none of the fics will really relate to each other, but they'll all be
song-fics. I hope you enjoy them, and I'll keep writing even if you don't
because they're good one shots
This Story is Dedicated to Rachel Corsini,
A very close sister to me
If You're Not The One
He stood leaning against the wooden frame of the old window that looked over his part of the city. The familiar sights held a familiar haunting. In the light of the setting sun he saw couples surrounded with the familiar glow of love. In their own eyes, nothing was worth more then the one holding them. Long fought tears slid down his cheek spiting him.
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
He wiped them from his face, but found it useless as two more followed in the quickly drying path made for them. He walked downstairs from the bunkroom and out to the streets of his home. The murmur of memory reached to his heart, and he wondered how a broken heart could beat so hard in love.
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
A different feeling clouded in his mind. His only consolation, that she was hurting as bad as he was. The stale smell of alcohol suddenly shook him. He looked over to the bar next to him, and saw familiar faces laughing and smiling; enjoying the pleasant warmth that kept them together. One saw him and beckoned him to join them. He just gave a sigh of in contempt and walked past them.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
The cool night air swarmed around the rooftop and the stars shone brightly above like stage lights. Silver-white moonlight embraced her form, enhancing her pale smooth skin. Cascading down her back were long auburn waves that were almost left undisturbed by the calmness in the air around her.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Casting her eyes downwards, they fixed solely on a lone figure slowly moving down the street beneath her. The look of pain that took hold of her features was one that would break the heart of an angel. The loneliness, the suffering that filled both her mind and heart took hold of her consciousness and lifted her to her feet. She floated down the stairs and out the building with the grace of a royal. She followed his retreating form into the darkness.
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
Wordlessly he turned, his amber eyes meeting her own. Her mind raced faster then words could form, and she ever-so-cautiously approached him. The emotions that exchanged themselves between the foot of air that separated them could've broken the coldest of hearts. Mainly it was warmth; the comfort of the opposites presence, the welcomed heat of love, which in turn was mixed with an intolerable abhorrence. She parted her lips to say something, but he pressed a finger to them softly.
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
The sky shone with silver sprinkled star-dust, and warm winds enveloped the two. A silence full of question came, then passed as he closed part of the gap between them, resting his hands on her hips. Her body trembled at the gentle touch of his hands on her body, even if it was through cloth. He lowered his head to hers, keeping his lips just a breath away.
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
She waited for the touch of his mouth against hers, but it never came. Immediately her hands slid around his neck pulling him firmly to her. The passion that filled that kiss was one unchallenged by any other. When they broke it gently, he rested his forehead against hers lightly staring into her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of having her back in his arms.
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
The words of forgiveness didn't need to be spoken to be acknowledged. They knew. Deep in their hearts they knew that no matter what they'd done they'd be together forever.
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
"Please don't leave me." She whispered softly. In those moments, she seemed so frail to him. Like a child wandering the streets looking for a place to belong. Like so many of the boys that had come to the lodging house for years, each one finding their own place in their lives.
"I'll never leave you."
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
Her soft eyes lit with a laughter and joy that could turn a night into day. Their lips met once more in a swift motion, his tongue combating hers over the right of who loved the other more. He pulled her closer then it would seem possible, her chest flattened against his, and she felt the thriving need from him press into her thigh. Someone, through this one kiss, and this single embrace, she knew that he would protect her, he would love her for an eternity.
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
Less then a year from that night, he stood in his best on a Sunday afternoon at the end of an aisle in a chapel. At the door he saw Spot Conlon leading his soul mate, his inner fire, to him to join the two forever. Her simple white gown flowed elegantly around her, and the light that shined in the stained window depictions reflected off of the glass diamonds sewn into the lace collar, surrounded by thick, dark curls. The words of the priest were ignored by either of them, as is such in any wedding, and the only thoughts they had were that of each other and the future that had so fortunately been bestowed upon them.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
This Story is Dedicated to Rachel Corsini,
A very close sister to me
If You're Not The One
He stood leaning against the wooden frame of the old window that looked over his part of the city. The familiar sights held a familiar haunting. In the light of the setting sun he saw couples surrounded with the familiar glow of love. In their own eyes, nothing was worth more then the one holding them. Long fought tears slid down his cheek spiting him.
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
He wiped them from his face, but found it useless as two more followed in the quickly drying path made for them. He walked downstairs from the bunkroom and out to the streets of his home. The murmur of memory reached to his heart, and he wondered how a broken heart could beat so hard in love.
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
A different feeling clouded in his mind. His only consolation, that she was hurting as bad as he was. The stale smell of alcohol suddenly shook him. He looked over to the bar next to him, and saw familiar faces laughing and smiling; enjoying the pleasant warmth that kept them together. One saw him and beckoned him to join them. He just gave a sigh of in contempt and walked past them.
I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
The cool night air swarmed around the rooftop and the stars shone brightly above like stage lights. Silver-white moonlight embraced her form, enhancing her pale smooth skin. Cascading down her back were long auburn waves that were almost left undisturbed by the calmness in the air around her.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?
Casting her eyes downwards, they fixed solely on a lone figure slowly moving down the street beneath her. The look of pain that took hold of her features was one that would break the heart of an angel. The loneliness, the suffering that filled both her mind and heart took hold of her consciousness and lifted her to her feet. She floated down the stairs and out the building with the grace of a royal. She followed his retreating form into the darkness.
If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?
Wordlessly he turned, his amber eyes meeting her own. Her mind raced faster then words could form, and she ever-so-cautiously approached him. The emotions that exchanged themselves between the foot of air that separated them could've broken the coldest of hearts. Mainly it was warmth; the comfort of the opposites presence, the welcomed heat of love, which in turn was mixed with an intolerable abhorrence. She parted her lips to say something, but he pressed a finger to them softly.
If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?
The sky shone with silver sprinkled star-dust, and warm winds enveloped the two. A silence full of question came, then passed as he closed part of the gap between them, resting his hands on her hips. Her body trembled at the gentle touch of his hands on her body, even if it was through cloth. He lowered his head to hers, keeping his lips just a breath away.
I don't know why you're so far away
But I know that this much is true
We'll make it through
She waited for the touch of his mouth against hers, but it never came. Immediately her hands slid around his neck pulling him firmly to her. The passion that filled that kiss was one unchallenged by any other. When they broke it gently, he rested his forehead against hers lightly staring into her eyes, just enjoying the feeling of having her back in his arms.
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
The words of forgiveness didn't need to be spoken to be acknowledged. They knew. Deep in their hearts they knew that no matter what they'd done they'd be together forever.
And I pray in you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
"Please don't leave me." She whispered softly. In those moments, she seemed so frail to him. Like a child wandering the streets looking for a place to belong. Like so many of the boys that had come to the lodging house for years, each one finding their own place in their lives.
"I'll never leave you."
'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
Her soft eyes lit with a laughter and joy that could turn a night into day. Their lips met once more in a swift motion, his tongue combating hers over the right of who loved the other more. He pulled her closer then it would seem possible, her chest flattened against his, and she felt the thriving need from him press into her thigh. Someone, through this one kiss, and this single embrace, she knew that he would protect her, he would love her for an eternity.
'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right
And though I can't be with you tonight
And know my heart is by your side
Less then a year from that night, he stood in his best on a Sunday afternoon at the end of an aisle in a chapel. At the door he saw Spot Conlon leading his soul mate, his inner fire, to him to join the two forever. Her simple white gown flowed elegantly around her, and the light that shined in the stained window depictions reflected off of the glass diamonds sewn into the lace collar, surrounded by thick, dark curls. The words of the priest were ignored by either of them, as is such in any wedding, and the only thoughts they had were that of each other and the future that had so fortunately been bestowed upon them.
I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?