Yes, I know I have a strange taste in music... In reality it ranges from stuff like Moby to bands like Parkway Drive, to The Rolling Stones, to HIM
But it's all good :)
Song 3 - Bring Me The Horizon - The Sadness Will Never End
To listen: youtube .com/watch?v=-TNckXgfYhA
(remove the space between "youtube" and ".com")
It had been a rough case.
It was still awkward between Grissom & herself.
The memories still cut fresh.
They'd walked this path for far too long
But still they carry on, the game continuing.
The pain never ceasing.
She wanted him
He wanted her.
Why couldn't they relent?
Every time she saw him, she started choking on her words.
It was like he was a noose around her neck, pulling tighter as soon as she decided to say something.
Something to make him remember.
Something to make him want her again.
How had it come to this?
The ship was sinking.
All because of his fucking morals.
So what if he was her boss.
Catherine could always do her evaluations.
They could be together.
She had always sworn not to give up on him
But him telling her to get a distraction...
She wouldn't let her scars tear them apart
She prayed he wouldn't give up on her
It wasn't too late for them
She could save him from himself
And he could save her from herself
Grissom wacthed her walk down the hallway past his office.
No-one else could tell, but he knwe she was upset.
He could see it in the way she held herself, the way she purposely walked through, instead of her usual carefree wander, full of smiles & greetings.
It was his fault.
He knew he was hurting her.
But he was old.
She needed someone young. Someone who could make her happy.
They'd been walking this same damn path for far too long.
He could see her face as her recalled telling her to get herself a distraction, or she'd burnout. He could she the question cross her face, never reaching her lips. "Is there hope for us?"
No Sara, you deserve so much more than I can give you
"Can we make it out alive?"
Only you can, but that's if I let you go now. You can make it, you're so strong, I'm just a lonely, old man.
He wanted to kiss her.
He wanted to throw her onto his desk and ravish her
To see if she still felt the same
He knew he still did
To hell with the consequences
But he was afraid
Afraid she could taste the failure on his lips
Afraid she would push him away
Afraid she no longer wanted him
There was nothing he can do
The damage was already done
He had to sleep in this bed that he made for himself
A bed without Sara
It seemed so empty
He seemed so empty
"You're trapped in the past"
It was the night that she got the DUI it was revealed to him
When she told him how she had tried to numb the pain with alcohol and pills
But it wouldn't repair her trust
She had been hurt too many times by him
But she couldn't let him go
She felt so pathetic
She couldn't stand on two fucking feet without a substance as a crutch
It was ridculous
She needed him
And he needed her
You know the drill...
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