The Link:
Ok so I had never heard that song before, and it took me a while to sketch this out. The whole song gave me a really bittersweet, honest, simplistic feeling so of course it was going to involve love somehow. Anyway this was kinda born from the whole “wait for me...” and “wait for you...” bits. It doesn't really fit with the entire song, but that wasn't the point right?
Anyway I took the song to be about someone who is asking the person they love to wait for them, for emotional reasons, lyrics were a little confusing.
Can I also just say, off the bat, I don't write romance. Mainly because of my lack of experience in it, but the song was obviously about a relationship, and it felt wrong not make this story about one to.
I watch from the rooftop, as the young man in dark blue uniform, reaches into his pocket and tosses a coin into the fountain. I face his back, but know he will smile as the coin splashes into the silvermoonlit water. Picturing this, I feel a warmth start to spread across me, I don't understand. I shake off the feeling confused, I always feel confused in things concerning him.
I lean back on the church roof, slates hard and cold against my back, and stare into the large disc of a moon, hanging in the inky black night sky. We are out in the country, and the torch lights from the nearby village were still too far away, and not nearly strong enough to ruin my view of the stars. There was a breeze blowing along the rooftop, I could feel it's chill through my thin black jacket, but cold never bothered me.
In all honesty we should have left days ago.
Our organisation was close to the Vatican, so this small simple country church had offered accommodation. I didn't mind the simplicity, most of the people who had lived and worked here had been sent away for safety, leaving only the Abbess who refused to leave, a couple of nuns and some helpers who had come from a nearby farm. It wasn't unusual for there to be evacuation, there had been demon attacks reported throughout the area.
Where there's demons, there's witches and where there's witches, there's us ready to kick their souls straight back to hell.
Apparently we were at work before the war, before the whole world went to shit, but I was created after all that anyway, all I know is they aren't hiding any more, so we can't afford to either.
But the job hereis done. It was nothing to serious, we'd came in, culled the infestation, mopped up the mess they left behind and treated the one girl who was halfway through a possession.Just a normal day at the office really.
We should be gone, heading back to the Sanctuary, to report on another successful mission. Except, I suggested waiting here, to let another team meet up with us before hitting the road again.
I prop myself up on my elbows, and see that my partner has left the church's small courtyard, and it now sits empty. It would have looked peaceful, if not for the bullet holes and cracks in the walls, dark scars left by earlier fights. I bite my lip slightly, as the strange uncomfortable sensation, that keeps coming back to me, settleson my shoulders like a heavy blanket. I remember days when I never felt this way, but the emotional periods in my life were steadily increasing, especially around him lately. I had decided a while ago the sensation, or 'feeling' must be guilt but the pleasure that usually came with deciphering what emotions were, had left quickly. Guilt, it seems likes to hang around, and I'd had the whole of yesterday to sit and dissect the reasons behind it. I was feeling guilt, because I told my partner we were waiting for another group, because I was worried that if we ran into anything, I wouldn't be able to save both our asses.
He hadn't believed a word of it, I could see it in his soul, and neither had I to be honest.
I might have hurt less, if that had been the truth. After that I hadn't been able to look at his soul, this feeling, this guilt made the betrayal and mistrust swirling in there hurt too much. It was all so confusing.
