Short stories - Band Edition

I Wanna Get Lost With You - Stereophonics

Some things don't change, and sometimes it's for the better. Rain poured down upon hell's gates, slowly watching on as a young woman walked tentatively toward the iron poles. Her hand delicately stroked the cold bars, coming down toward the lock. Closed.
Her mind closed off, no ideas of what she was going to do.
Everywhere around her, she saw a face that she wanted to remember forever, but this time it haunted her, plagued her, taunted her.
Leave it alone. You need to walk away.
It hurt her. Nothing was for certain anymore. She'd made it this far, with her hair glued to her cheeks, frozen in anticipation.
What was once there is gone.
Its eyes were like glass, spilling with hollow, empty words. Lost in its hard solid lids, the life dissipated and showered her in disgrace.
Fumbling into her pocket, she pulled the letter out, its words scattering across the floor, soaked in her fresh tears hailing down from the sky. It was all over.

You know I promised, I promise I'd have to do what I didn't want to do if you came back to me.

Around her, the east winds battered her, whipping her with the frayed damaged ends of her hair.
"You just can't leave things alone, can you?" The voice was real, still shallow, drowning her in pure emotion.
"No, and I don't see a problem with it now. You didn't see it before," she mumbled, but made it evidently clear under the howling of the wind clearing her of her thoughts.
A ringing bellowed through the edges of the wind that coursed through the hole in her body. Somehow he didn't care, just like he used to before he met her.
I didn't warn you before, but I did this time.

No one was coming for her, the embers from the flame dying inside of her that no one cared about. But, she was lost where she wanted to be. Outside the place where he first learned her name, and the last place anyone would use it.