AN: I know I have another story, but this kind of popped into my head.It's tragic,a first,sad, another first, song fic, cross your fingers that it's good,and one last first, the first I'm writing in this category for CI. The song nor the characters are mine, but one can hope,beg, and wish.
It wasn't as if it meant anything. She was gone, and all I had left was my career, my apartment, and my memories. I suppose that she is with her husband, happy. I guess that's all I could ask for. I don't know what I'll do. She was my anchor, my rock, my grounding station in the endless storm known as my mind. She was my best friend, and my confident. For those five years, I didn't have to deal with the nightmares and the depression, except for the occasional lapse when she went on maternity leave. I'd like to think that she knew how much she meant to me, that all this time, we were able to communicate without talking, getting our point across like we were always connected.
I guess it did mean something, it showed me how much I'll miss her, and how I won't be able to function like I once did with her by my side. I remember a song I heard on the radio by a singer, I forget the name, but lyrics I think will stay with me until I die.
"so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting"
So true, that my mind can't settle on the fact.
"you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack"
I'm hiding behind a facade, no one can know that inside I'm questioning myself, and my ability to protect those I love and care for. That I didn't do everything in my power to prevent it.
"it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees"
If only I turned to shield her, to protect her from the hail of bullets, but I was to far away. I ran over to her and sank to my knees, praying that she would be okay, but it was not enough.
"in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here"
I don't know what I'll do, without her.
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