A/N:
Hokay! Be prepared for the first extreme angsty oneshot in this series. This song is my favorite among favorites, but it's very mellow and very upsetting sometimes.
Summary: So Wrong, It's Right: A collection of Lily/James drabbles, based on the album by All Time Low.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Song:
REMEMBERING SUNDAY
::All Time Low feat. Juliet Simms::
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She's gone.
His heart breaks off into yet another little piece. He feels hollow and numb, and nothing makes sense to him at this moment.
Gone. Forever.
Blank expressions are met when he mentions her to others. Pitying ones every now and then when they hear the utter urgency in his voice. He's pleading, crying out for her, but she's gone.
Her friends said, however uneasily, that she'd moved away. That she wasn't there, and wasn't going to come back.
It's raining outside. He feels the raindrops mingle with the stinging tears on his cheeks.
He's nearly past crying now. All he feels is the same hollow emptiness.
Her voice, among others, calls out to him. He knows that she's moved on, from wherever she is. That miles away, above or below, she's over him and begs him to be over her.
He'll never be over her. She never believed in true love, but he knows better. If there ever was love, it had been there.
But he understands, as he takes one last look at the empty apartment window. He tosses his memories out in a metaphorical trash bin, never to be uncovered again.
He'll move on, someday.
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That was hard to write. Remembering Sunday is my favorite one of All Time Low's songs, and it also features the wonderful Juliet Simms, but it's just so damn sad. Sorry for the angst and the mood it's put you in.
Review, thanks.
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