Low-key cried while writing this so be prepared. Also please read the authors note at the bottom! VV important.
"Patrick, man c'mon." Pete said from the tour bus door.
"It's not ready..." Patrick muttered his response and continued to scribble on his sheet of paper.
"What are you even doing?" Pete grumbled walking over to him. He looked down at the table and at the top was her name.
"Patrick, stop now."
"NO! I need this."
"You need to move on."
"No!" Patrick snapped, slamming his hand on the table "I will never move on, she was mine... just because... because she can't be here doesn't mean I still don't love her with all my heart."
Patrick looked up at Pete, his eyes brimming with tears. He shook his head and went back to his paper. Pete bit his lip planning out his movements carefully.
"I know you do. I know. But right now, we have an audience waiting for us to preform. She wouldn't want you to skip it because of-"
"THERE!" Patrick proclaimed suddenly standing up. He smirked over at Pete, any sign of sadness that was once there before was gone "C'mon Pete we have a show to preform."
---- Time Skip (get your tissues)----
It was months later. Patrick hadn't had another night like that, and he seemed much happier. But no one understood what was going on inside his head.
"I'll write you a song one day beautiful." Patrick said smiling with your hand in his "About you, in only the way I know you. Just don't, don't leave me."
You smile weakly at him. Cancer is hell. You wouldn't wish it on anyone, after seeing what it did to you, and most especially what it did to Patrick. He was so torn up seeing you this way.
"Patrick... I want you to promise me something." You whisper as loud as you can.
"Anything lovely." He said bringing your hand to his lips.
"I want you to write that song... no matter what happens... even if I-"
"No, no, no, don't say that. You're going to be okay." He muttered firmly.
"Patrick." You say looking at him sincerely "Write the song, then be okay. In life there are 3 types of people. Who lives, who dies, and who tells your story. And it looks like I'm cheating and being 2 of those people. But now I need you to tell my story. Oh, Patrick I love you so much."
The last sentence is rushed and cut off by a loud round of coughs racking your body harshly. Patrick closed his eyes, seeing you in this state hurt him so much.
"I... I love you too, Mi Amour." He croaked out, tears running down his cheeks "I promise I will write that song... for better or for worse. My beauty, my sweetness, my believer."
You died that night. Patrick did not take it well. He locked himself away for weeks trying to write that song. But no matter what he wrote, he would scrap, saying it wasn't good enough.
Now, on as a cold January sun was rising, Patrick was driving determinedly to you. Where they buried you into eternal sleep. There was a soft bed of snow glistening in the morning light, the only noise was the faint wind, blowing through the trees. He stepped out of his car and walked towards your grave slowly.
"Hi, beautiful." He started kneeling in front of the cold stone "I finally finished it! It took a while, but I got it eventually. I needed it to be perfect. It's about you, in only the way I know you. Ms. Believer, pretty sleeper, my pretty weeper. You have always been, and always will be my one and only... I hope you like it."
He reached in his back pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it and looked at it. He caught his sob in his throat and cleared it.
"Okay, here it goes."
(Play video here!)
"Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty sleeper
Your twisted mind is like snow on the road
Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder
Inside your head than the winter of dead
I will tell you I love you
But the muffs on your ears will cater your fears
My nose and feet are running as we start
To travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower
Oh, Miss Believer, my pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand, we're in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go
Together we go
We get colder
As we grow older
We will walk
So much slower"
When he finished, even the wind was quiet, listening to his voice. He took out a small plastic bag and placed the folded paper in it. He tied a rope to the bag and hung it around the grave. He knelt there looking at the grave for a few more minutes, in the complete silence. Finally, he stood and walked away. He got into his car and stared at the grave once more.
Then coming from seemingly no one, there was a familiar female voice, humming the tune of his song.
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