Black Ribbons - Jeff Buckley

Getting serious (7)

Continuing from last part ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

"I write lyrics based off poems or dreams or even thoughts and feelings... this song is for you." Jeff tells the girl as he looks out the window. "I think that's lovely" Colette stutters, not sure of what to say. All that was going on in her mind was the hope that he has feelings towards her. "Colette, your so precious to me. You are as beautiful as heaven up above, your an angel. Your voice is like music to my ears. You mean the world to me, I never knew the feeling of love until i saw you for the first time. You have been through a lot with Dean, but I want you to know that I'm not like him. I would never hurt you, I hope you know that and trust me when i say it... God there's a word to describe you i know it, it's on the tip of my tongue but i just can't think of it. Gracefulness, Grace. That's the word to describe you Colette. Jeff says suddenly, looking Colette into her eyes. Silence falls upon them, Jeff looks away and continues his cigar. "I know Jeff. I trust you more than anybody." Colette informs the man, yet he doesn't look at her. So she grabs his hand and sits next to him on the window sill. She moves closer to him and puts her head on his shoulder. "Come sleep with me" Colette says suddenly. Jeff quickly looks down at the girl. "It will help me sleep." Colette confirms. Before Jeff can reply Colette stands up from the window and lets Jeff put out his cigarette. She grabs his hand and takes him to his bedroom. The two lay down separated, but not for long before Jeff slides his arms around her waist. 'What are we?' Colette thinks to herself before drifting into a much needed slumber.

The next morning (Tuesday) ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

Colette wakes up to the sun beaming on her face, she opens her eyes slightly, due to the brightness. Quiet snores can he heard behind her, she turns around to see a sleeping Jeff. She smiles to herself, wishing she had her camera here with her so she would be able to capture this moment forever. She turns around to find Jeffs watch. 7:00am the watch told. She turned around one more time "Jeff?.. Jeff I have to go to work soon." Colette lightly brushed Jeffs cheek with her thumb.  "When can I see you again C?" Jeff asks. "Whenever you would like." Colette grins looking up at him. "But I seriously need to get home so I can get dressed for work." Colette says slowly getting up.

Time skip to after Colette's shift (5:00pm) 𓇢𓆸

Colette walks up the stairs to her room and sees everything still yet to be unpacked. She groans aloud and walks over to her phone seeing if anybody tried to contact her and saw her mother left her a message, without listening she dials her mothers number. "Hello?" 'She sounds like she has been crying' Colette thought to herself. "Mother, what's going on?" Colette questions. "Your father passed away this morning Colette. The funeral is on Saturday. I have to go honey." Her mother spoke and hung up not giving Colette a chance to say anything else. She sat on her couch and cried. She was never super close to her dad but he was still there for her when she needed. He still didn't deserve to battle cancer. He was still her father so of course she was upset. Colette mind spirals, 'how am I going to do this all alone?' Colette thought to herself. She cries for so long that she drifts into sleep.

Time skip to Friday (3:20pm) 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

The time was around 3pm and Colette layed on her couch watching tv eating ice-cream, tissues everywhere on the floor. She wasn't sick, but unmotivated and upset. Her father had passed earlier the week and she wanted to do nothing more than lay in a ball and cry. She had no idea how she was going to find the motivation to go to the funeral. Mavis had agreed to pick her up tomorrow morning around 6. Jeff had tried to get ahold of Colette a few times via call, as well as Micheal stopping by a few times, but she ignored them both. "Go away please" Colette replied to the knocks on her door. "It's me" Colette heard somebody say behind her door, she knew the voice. The voice of Jeff Buckley. "Please go Jeff." Colette yelled before sniffling and wiping her tears. "Please baby, let me talk to you... I know your not okay." Jeff said quietly. Colette sighed and thought to herself about how much she missed his touch. So, she stood up with her blanket still around her head and walked to the door and opened it slowly. Jeff's smile vanished at the site of his love. She slowly walked into his embrace. The two held each other for what felt like days. "What's wrong Colette?" Jeff asked quietly still holding the girl. "My father died." Colette whispered. "Oh, I'm so sorry Colette. That's terrible, are you okay?" Jeff quickly pulled away holding her shoulders, looking into her eyes. "It's been hard. His funeral is tomorrow" Colette said in a dull tone. "I don't think i can go, not all alone. I haven't seen my mother in so long and my little sister and I just can't." Colette huffed, feeling ashamed. "Let me go with you then." Jeff replied to the puffy eyed girl. "What... no, you can't you must have meetings. I wouldn't possibly ask you to do such a gloomy thing." Colette answered, shaking her head no. "Let me go with you." Jeff repeated. "Let me go get my things really quickly, and I'll stay by your side all today and tomorrow and forever!" Jeff said gradually getting louder due to him turning around and running down the stairs. Some people sticking their heads out to see what the commotion was for. Colette giggled to herself. 'What did I do to deserve him?' Colette asked herself. She quickly tided up what was unpacked and put all the tissues away, cleaning for Jeff's arrival.