A/N: Okay, yes, I do know that this should have been a one-shot. But somehow, I needed to add this. I just found the songtext, and I think it fits. Well, tell me what you think. This is, besides, the last chapter, there's nothing else going to be added.
What We Need
Chapter 2 – Black Roses and Wine
I decided to give the two of us a last chance. Maybe it was not a good idea, as I know now, standing here on the bridge in the middle of Paris. I look down onto the river, the dirty river, the only friend of Paris. I left the Opera hours ago, packed my things, and so I stand here. I came out of my catacombs. Live has so many things to give, if it wouldn't take half of them away again.
Oh, my river, let me tell you a story of a love that I left behind. It's been really long since I felt good, it was a broken fairy tale. I really tried to keep up with her, with my Madame, and it took me a lot. I gave up all the pride I had inside, left all my dignity in the darkness and faced the day. Well, I faced my Madame's room which is, in this case, exactly the same. I tore me all apart when she played with my heart, this Madame who has so much of me in her hand. Who plays with it like a child who doesn't know how to use a fork.
In front of my inner eye, the day passes by again. I paint a picture of a cold and rainy night, indeed, it embodies my feelings. I went up to your room, my Madame, to spent the last night we would ever have together, and when the candles faded to black, I sang your favourite song. It was about love, it was about fairy tales, it was about heaven on earth. I remembered how I met you, when I sang to you, and I have to say that it touched me deeply. I have never sung a song that was so intense. Never. It was for you. My last night. We spoke to each other, and you've played your last hand.
Later, I left. We didn't sleep together tonight, of course, it would have been a waste of time. I wanted to look at you the way you haven't let me look at you for the last months. All you gave me was your body, and maybe you thought I'd be too man to turn down that offer. But I am not. Indeed, I have a heart, my dear, my Madame, which you obviously failed to see. I watched you, while the moonlight bathed the room and I knew it would be the last time I'd see you. But there was nothing tragic about it, it was peaceful, you didn't know about my plans of leaving you without having said a word. You were innocent, maybe I was either. Maybe it was only time that played a trick on us and our love was not strong enough to play back some tricks.
I don't know whether you felt our last night. Could be that it was just a night we spent differently, could be that you haven't noticed anything at all. You are so into your ballet thing.
The only things I left behind were black roses and a bottle of wine. You'll recognize that I'm missing, Giry, I know it. Keep searching, because it's so hard to find, the reason, the only reason for my leaving. You think I left because I didn't like the Opera? You think I left because I had some things to do? I left because your love left me, a long time ago. All I have is a trunk with some papers of my poems to you and my tears that I cry. And you, you have my black roses.
But my leaving started before. It was about the time that I realised it's been a sorry situation – my castle's made of sand. I built on your love, an element which is not to control. It washes out to the sea.
Tonight, I've pushed my love aside and cried my last cry. I have nothing. Nothing.
I don't know what to do with my life. I look down into the river, hey you, I think, why don't you give me a new home? Somewhere to go, somebody to love? I will find those things, I am sure.
I don't know whether I wasn't right for you or you weren't right for me. Maybe I was too chicken to try hard enough. You let your love for me die, and one doesn't wake the deads.
Whoa, hah
Yeah
Aha
Tell you a story of a love I left behind
It was a broken fairy tale
I gave up all my pride
Let love inside
But tore me all apart when you played with my heart
Let me paint a picture of a cold and rainy night
As the candles fade to black
I played our favourite song
'Til the needle was gone
I've taken all I can
You've played your last hand
Black roses and a bottle of wine
Those were the only things that I left behind
Keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find
All you got are tears that you cry
Black roses and wine
Oh yeah
Sorry situation when your' castles made of sand
And it washes out to sea
I pushed your love aside
Cried my last cry
My sould is in bloom
Like flowers in June
Black roses and a bottle of wine
Those were the only things that I left behind
Keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find
All you got are tears that you cry
Black roses and wine
Black roses and a bottle of wine
Those were the only things that I left behind
Keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find
All you got are tears that you cry
Black roses and wine
You don't miss your water 'til your well runs dry
You don't miss your good thing, 'til it passes you by
Like a bird in the sky, spread your wings and fly
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Black roses and a bottle of wine
Those were the only things that I left behind
C'mon keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find
All you got are tears that you cry
Black roses and wine
By Anastacia
the ending
