Disclaimer: I don't own any YW characters, sadly enough. I also didn't write the song; it belongs to the amazingly talented Simple Plan.
A.N: Yeah, I finally got around to writing this. It took me long enough, I know...
I never could have seen this far
I never could have seen this coming
It seems like my world's falling apart
Why is everything so hard?
I don't think that I can deal
With the things you said
It just won't go away
Harold Callahan sat in his empty flower shop gazing at the wilting tea rose in his hand and wondering how it had all come to this. A few months ago he had been drifting contentedly through life taking everything he loved for granted. All that was gone now. He looked back at his filing system; it was a chaotic mess. What his wife would have said echoed in his head until he finally turned away.
In a perfect world
This could never happen
In a perfect world
You'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I can just pick up the pieces
But to you this means nothing
Nothing at all
He thought back to everything Nita had told him about her wizardry, the continuing battle with the Lone Power, the one who had invented death in the first place, the one who had killed his wife. All those people in the world, dying of cancer, disease, starvation, it was all It's fault. Why had It chosen them? Harry buried his face in his hands, feeling guilty for the selfish thought, but still wondering, Of all the people in New York, in the world, why us?
I used to think that I was strong
Until the day it all went wrong
I think I need a miracle to make it through
I wish that I could bring you back
I wish that I could turn back time
Cuz I can't let go
I just can't find my way
Without you I just can't find my way
His wife had always been the one holding the family together, the proverbial duct tape of their little clan. But ever since she had died, nothing had been the same. Nita was constantly busying herself with various projects, spending endless hours on other planets. Dairine had alienated herself even more, usually finding solace with her computer manual, Spot. He remembered back to when they'd just found out about her cancer, the terror and despair, but also the underlying hope that his daughters could do something about it. But now that hope was gone; Nita had tried so hard, but even the most experienced wizard couldn't have helped her mother. They all knew that now. A customer walked into the shop, startling Harry out of his thoughts. After distractedly showing him where the chrysanthemums were, he walked back to his desk and was once again lost in thought.
I don't know what I should do now
I don't know where I should go
I'm still here waiting for you
I'm lost when you're not around
I need to hold on to you
I just can't let you go
Tears slid down his cheeks, onto the rose he was still holding. They sparked there, lending an added beauty to the otherwise desolate wilting flower. He tossed it onto his desk and buried his face in his arms, sobs racking out of him. A burning anger for the one who had done this to him, to his family, pierced through him. Every day, this happened to so many people, their lives torn apart by entropy, the child of the Lone Power. There are so many lives ruined by It! Does It even know what horrors It has caused? He stared down at the dying rose; it was affected much as his family had been by this entropy. Does the Lone Power just sit there watching all this? he thought furiously, Does It even care?
In a perfect world
This
could never happen
In a perfect world
You'd still be here
And it makes no sense
I can just pick up the pieces
But to you this means nothing
Nothing at all
You feel nothing
Nothing at all
