AN: I was listening to this song one day and this story popped into my head. The only thing I own is the girl, Singer. I don't own Newsies or the song, which is owned by Evanescence. I hope you enjoy the story. Sorry it's a little depressing.
My Immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
Singer walked toward her empty apartment with her head down. The apartment that had been empty for a year now though she still wasn't used to it yet. Friends would stop by to see how she was or to see if she needed anything. They would invite her to parties but she would never go. It just wasn't the same without him. Life just wasn't the same anymore. Sometimes at night though, it was like she could feel him there with her. She would swear she felt his arms around her.
Singer unlocked the door and walked into the apartment they had shared for years. Twenty-five to be exact. Twenty-five years seemed too short to her. Singer sat down on the couch and sighed as she thought back over the years.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
She could still remember the first time she had met him. She couldn't remember exactly where she had first met him but she summer evening. She remembered looking into his eyes and seeing them burn with such intensity that she couldn't look away. The blue of his eyes seemed to capture her and pull her. She knew then that he was the one she was going to marry.
She remembered when he had asked her to be his girl. She hadn't thought he was serious but when she looked into his eyes, they had shown his love and adoration for her. Every time he looked at her there was only love in them. She couldn't remember a time when there hadn't been.
Singer thought back to their first fight. It had been over some stupid little thing but it had caused them to say things they never meant to say. It had lasted for days but he had been the one to say "I'm sorry" first. He had been the first to make an effort to resolve it.
Singer looked down at the ring on her finger and memories of their wedding came flooding back. She couldn't have asked for a better wedding. It had been small, only the Brooklyn and some Manhattan newsies had been there, but that was ok with her. She had the people she loved there and that's all that had mattered.
She thought back to their wedding night. She remembered the passion between them that had burned like a wild fire. Spot had been gentle and loving. He had been her one and only. Singer had made him promise to wait because she was waiting until her wedding night. Singer knew it had been hard for him but he had waited.
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bond by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
She stood up from the couch and walked into the bedroom. She went to the bed and laid down. She had yet to get a full nights sleep. She would dream of him. She couldn't seem to get his face out of her dreams and some nights, she would swear she would hear his voice, calling to her from the living room. She would always go running, only to find that there was no one there. She would then fall to the floor with tears cascading down her cheeks.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
She didn't know how to piece her heart back together again. They had been through so much together. She had taken care of him as best as she knew how but it hadn't been enough to keep him here with her.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
As Singer lay there, she thought back to the last couple of months of Spot's life. They had been so hard for them both. She had done all she could do to make him comfortable. According to the doctor, the infection had moved so quickly that nothing could have been done. She had spent countless hours by his side, holding his hand and telling him that everything was going to be ok. She was there to comfort him when he'd scream out in pain and to wipe his tears when he'd cry. She had watched him deteriorate from the strong, healthy man she knew and loved to the pale, thin boy she took care of. She had been there when he had taken his last breath. That memory would haunt her forever.
flashback
"Singer?"
"Yes Spot?"
"When I'm gone, I want ya to remember me like I used to be. Not like I am now."
"Don't talk like that Spot. You're gonna be fine."
"I'm gonna die Singer. There's no denying it. I know I am and I'm ready to go. I've lived a good life. God blessed me with you. He let me love ya if only for a short time but He's callin' me home now."
"Spot, your home is here. I need you here with me. I need you. He can't take you now. Please Spot don't go."
"I love you Singer. Remember that. I love and I'll be watching over you."
And with that Spot took his last breath.
end flashback
Singer had been mad at God for taking Spot away from her. She didn't understand how God could do that to her. She had since forgiven God and now felt comforted knowing that Spot was in heaven and watching over her.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along
Singer rolled onto her side as tears slid down her cheeks. She tried so hard to convince herself that Spot was really gone but she never believed it. His commanding presence was still there. He had left a part of himself there. He was still a part of her and he always would be.
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
Singer closed her eyes as sleep overcame her; sleep that would bring dreams of him; of her Spot.
AN: I made a few little changes but nothing major. I hope you like the story though and don't forget to review and tell me what you think of it.