Eddie Munson - A Collection of One-Shots!

039. Lencois (Somebody Love Me Right)

Blythe

Opening song: Let you Go - RY X

I don't wanna let you, go.....
I don't wanna let you, go....
I don't wanna let you, go.....

The beat vibrated through me, the crowd sparse where I was standing, allowing me to listen to the words, to get lost in them.

Hold the light.

The lights danced across my eyes, my hands at my sides as they twitched once, longing for a kind, warm hand to nestle in them.

Feel my sinew

I longed for someone to touch my skin, worship it, devour it whole, whisper sweet nothings in my ear, tell me secret things all through the night.

Tow the line

I wished for someone wholesome, loving, compassionate, funny; a stark comparison to what I had, what I'd recently lost.

Feel my warm tears

When I said lost, I let him go.
I let him go, because I had to.

And as the words hit me like a truck, the pain seemed to expel through my fingers. I tilted my head back, closing my eyes, taking every single syllable in.

Does anybody really know me?

The tears were falling before I realised, and I let them, the pain slowly but surely leaving me. It had to go, as much as I wanted to wear it like a sword and shield.

I had to let it go.

Throw my name into the fire

My eyes snapped open at those words, an oddly symbolic ode to the fact that I now bore my maiden name, once again. The married name I had, had dissolved, much like the marriage had.

Lead me down into the cold

A hand suddenly slipped into one of mine, and then the other, and keeping my eyes on the stage in-front of me, I took a shaky, deep breath in, and the breath that exited, exited as a choked sob.

Lead me down into the night

"We're here."

"We are. We're here."

I don't wanna let you, go
I don't wanna let you, go

I looked at the men either side of me, as they both, feather gentle, squeezed my hands with the reassurance I so desperately needed.

One was careful, more careful with the bandaged hand, clasped within theirs.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

I don't wanna let you, go.
I don't wanna let you, go.

"We had our means." One said.

"I don't want to leave, not yet." I said, as he nodded.

"Then we'll stay with you." The other said.

I don't wanna let you, go.

Their hands remained nestled in each of mine, and their shoulders were level with my own, almost securing me in, the two of them letting me have this moment, guarded and safe.

Does anybody really know?

The words.... The words, they just hit me in places I didn't even know I had, and when I choked out another sob, they were there.

Where they go when they die?

The sob mingled with the soft sounds of the guitar, and one rest his head against mine, the one with the brown curls and deep, dewy brown eyes, whispering softly that I was okay, they were here.