Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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I only needed to know that she was okay.
Zico was sitting in his tiny apartment room, at his table, at which he sometimes painted or wrote or listened to music.
I knew I had to leave her, I just needed to know that she was going to be okay in order for me to do so.
He was feeling terrible and he knew that it was his fault. Even though it wasn't he felt like it was, in a way. He was the one who took her there. He was the one who let her lie out in the sun like that.
The doctor told him it was only because he got her to the hospital quick enough that she was going to survive in the first place.
That was something, he though to himself, to come so close to losing someone like that. To come so close to the edge.
Zico was no stranger to living on the edge. In fact, he was one of those people for whom he could find some semblance of equilibrium only on the edge. He was used to doing it to himself, but it was something else, something he didn't think he would feel, brining someone else to the edge like that. Seeing Clementine, so full of life one moment, and so completely gone the next was seared into his mind.
He didn't think that his guilt would weigh on him so heavily. But it did, and he wanted so desperately to make it go away.
He reached into his drawer to see what he had left. A few pills of this and that, and he decided that wasn't the right think to do either.
He sighed, looking around his room. Suddenly, it was like the words of his mother came back to him in flash, reaching for him.
<<More ink, less drink.>>
So he decided to do something, silly he thought. A little stupid to him. Something he usually would never do. Write her a letter. A letter that she would never read.
He sat at his desk again, and let his hand move, as if someone else was taking over the pen. One of his own spirits.
When you get out of the hospital
Let me back into your life
I can't stand what you do
I'm in love with your eyes
And when you get out of the dating bar
I'll be here to get back into your life
I can't stand what you do
I'm in love with your eyes
Oh, I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
I go to bakeries all day long
There's a lack of sweetness in my life
And there is pain inside
You can see it in my eyes
Oh, there is pain inside
You can see it in my eyes
It makes me think about me
That I've lost my pride
But I'm in love with this power that resides in your eyes
You live in modern apartments
Well, I've even got scared once or twice
Last time I walked down your street
There were tears in my eyes
Well, now, these streets we all know
They help us cry when we're alone late at night
Don't you love them too?
That where you got your eyes?
Oh, and I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
How I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
Now, your world, it is beautiful
I'll take the subway to your suburb sometimes
I'll seek out the things that must've been magic to your little girl mind
Now, as a little girl, you must've been magic
I still get jealous of your old boyfriends in the suburbs sometimes
And when I walk down your street
Probably be tears in my eyes
I knew it would happen
I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
