This is based off the song by George Jones, redone by Aaron Neville;
'The Grand Tour'
Catoniss
"Step right up.
Come on in.
If you'd like to take
The grand tour,
Of the lonely house that once was
Home sweet home."
I trudged my way back into our house, making my way painfully up the steps and into the memory filled home.
I just came from the funeral, my suit is a mess, my hair is no better, and I still have tears streaming down my face. They have been ever since the tragic accident. She was only twenty five, she still had her whole life ahead of her. Still had our whole life together ahead of her...
"I have nothing here to sell you,
Just some things that I will tell you.
Some things I know will chill you,
To the bone."
We were married for two years, but we had been together since our senior year of high school. It would have been eight years today... We were 'that' couple, we never left each others side. I looked out for her and she for me. Everyone says we were madly in love, and I can confirm that. We were in love and nothing will ever change that. I won't ever love another the way I love her, I won't ever love another period.
"Over there,
Sits the chair.
Where she'd bring the paper to me.
Sit down on my knee and whisper
'Oh I love you'
But now she's gone forever,
And this old house will never,
Be the same without the love that we once knew."
My watery eyes wander around the living room. Memories flood my mind; all the kisses we shared on that very chair... All the "I love you's" and tender touches.
Never again.
My tears increase by a grave amount as they drip off my chin and land on the wooden floor with a soft 'plop'. Sobs rack my body and echo through the all too empty house. The last time I was this broken she was here to tell me it would all be okay. Now... now she isn't.
"Straight ahead
That's the bed.
Where we'd lie and love together.
Lord knows we had a good thing
Going here."
My feet carry me to our room and to our bed. I gently touch the cool frame and stare at the sheets that we once cuddled into. The very mattress that heard our late night conversations, all our loving words, all our passionate kisses.
"See her picture on the table
Don't it look like she'd be able
Just to touch me,
And say;
Good morning dear."
I walk towards our dresser that is still filled with her belongings, my shoes click against the floor and make the only noise heard. I gently lift the picture of us on our wedding day. Her eyes are lit up and her lips are curved upwards in a giant, gorgeous smile. She shined with a beauty so bright that she was blinding that day. She always was; she was the most beautiful girl in all of the world and I the luckiest man alive to have won her over.
But now she's gone.
"There's her ring.
All her things.
And her clothes are in the closet.
Where she left them
When she tore my,
World apart."
Her wedding ring rests on her left hand in her grave, but her engagement ring sits here on our dresser. I shake my head and find myself in front of our closet. My hands reach out and play with the fabric of her clothes.
They still smell just like her; like the woods on a sunny afternoon mixed with ever flower in our meadow. My heart breaks even more as my eyes land on all of my shirts she stole and claimed as her own. No more would I get to see her wear my shirt that came down to only her thighs. No more would I get to go to town with her wearing one of my sweatshirts.
It was so sudden, no one knew she was going to leave our world when she did. One moment we were laughing in love, the next I was crying in pain.
"As you leave you'll see the nursery
Oh she left me without mercy.
Taking nothing
but our baby and my heart."
I tear my gaze from the closet and walk down the hall, straight into the nursery. We made it the day after we found out she was pregnant. We pained the walls blue, and while doing so had a paint war. We assembled the crib together and had a small fight. I was too stubborn to use the directions, and she was too smart not to use them.
Then we made up by making love right there on the floor.
My tears flow ever stronger now, hitting the floor like a violent rain storm. Heart wrenching sobs escape my mouth and I cover my face with my shaking hands.
I can't even raise our child now, for she died with my beautiful Katniss. I never even got to hold her, never got to see her, never got to find out if she got my boring blue or her mother's electrifying gray eyes.
And I never will.
I fall to the floor, the ache in my heart unbearable. My head hurts from all of my crying, my nose running from my tears, and my throat sore from my endless sobs.
She's gone. My beautiful, loving, caring, gentle, funny, perfect Katniss is gone.
"Step right up.
Come on in.
Come on in."
I'm sorry this was so sad... But I really wanted to right a small story off of this song!
Let me know what you thought!