Millionaires (A The Script FanFic)

Epilogue-Autumn Leaves

Epilogue-Autumn Leaves

 

“Another day another life
Passes by just like mine
It's not complicated

Another mind
Another soul
Another body to grow old
It's not complicated

 Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
 Float down
 Like autumn leaves
 Hush now
 Close your eyes before the sleep
 And you're miles away
And yesterday you were here with me

 Another tear
 Another cry
 Another place for us to die
 It's not complicated

Another life that's gone to waste
 Another light lost from your face
 It's complicated

Is it that it's over or do birds still sing for you?
 Float down
 Like autumn leaves
 Hush now
 Close your eyes before the sleep
 And you're miles away
And yesterday you were here with me

 Ooh how I miss you
 My symphony played the song that carried you out
 Ooh how I miss you
And I, I miss you and I wish you'd stay

 Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
 Float down
 Like autumn leaves
 Hush now
 Close your eyes before the sleep
 And you're miles away
 And yesterday you were here with me

Ooh oh, ooh oh
Ooh oh, ooh oh

 Touch down
 Like a seven four seven
 Stay out and we'll live forever now”

 

I finish the song, leaving the tears to make their own way off my cheeks. I don’t know how long it’s been…a few weeks, a month maybe. All I know is I miss her, god I miss her so much. It’s the sort of feeling that you don’t understand unless you are feeling it yourself. The sort of feeling that stays with you all day, all night; all the time; it’s always there. I know they miss her too, they will have a feeling of grief, but it’s not my feeling, they tell me they understand but they don’t, not completely. I know Cat doesn’t like that, I know it hurts her, but I can’t help the truth. She just wants to help me, be there for me, but she can’t, she has to understand that it’s nothing personal, she just can’t understand me. It’s a new year now, a time for change and resolution for most, but for me, it feels no different, she is still gone.

“Do you miss me?” I ask suddenly, my mouth moving without asking my brain first. “Sorry.” I mutter at the silence. I want to know, I want to know where she is, I want to know if she sees me, misses me, loves me. I want to know if there is something out there; somewhere she has gone to, a better place as they call it. A better place…I would like to go there. All these leaflets and websites talking about exotic trips to sunny beaches, why isn’t there one for ‘a better place’? I would pay all the money I have for the chance to go there, even just a quick visit, the chance to see her one more time. But then, what if there isn’t such a place? What if there really is nothing else? You just vanish, crumble to dust and float away, no better place, no new life, just dust.