The Noose (A Perfect Circle/Marilyn Manson Fanfic)

Join me in Death

Jeordie would grow to care about Laney, eventually love her. But his life was filled with loneliness once Cara died. He got married, had a daughter with Laney, until she died a couple of years ago at age 50 of cancer. He and Manson spent the rest of their days together, just sitting around and talking. They often talked about her and shared stories. Maynard had passed away just a few weeks ago and they expressed their thoughts about his passing. As the coldness fell one night, Manson and Jeordie sat in front of the fire. Now with Jeordie being 70 and Manson, 73, they couldn't deal with the cold like they used to. 

A dark-haired girl, 24 years old, same age as Cara was, made her way into the room. "Dad, Uncle Manson" she said and pulled herself onto the couch behind him. "I'm here. What did you want?" 

"I wanted to share a story with you. I know you always loved my stories..."

"But I'm 24 now, dad." 

"It's important. I may not be around much longer. And you should know something about where you got your name from?"

"Is it not just some name you and mom came up with?" She stared back at him.

"No." Manson uttered beside Jeordie. 

Jeordie smiled. "About 30 years ago we met this girl. Before your mother. She was beautiful and hilarious. Her name was Cara...."

He continued on to tell his daughter the stories that Manson and he often shared about Cara and their times with her. By the end, she was in tears. 

"Why didn't you ever tell her, dad?" 

"I think about that every day of my life. She may be alive. But then again, I wouldn't have had you."

"but you would have experienced true love and happiness. I would have rather you had that" Cara spoke to her dad. 

"you are so like her. It's unreal."

"Are you sure she isn't my mom?" Cara asked.

"Positive. I guess I just raised you thinking about her." 

He reached down into his shirt and pulled out a necklace. "She bought this for me once. We sprinkled all of her remains in Jim Morrisson's resting place. All of it except for this. He opened his necklace, which was a Bobafet figurine from Star Wars, and inside were ashes. 

"Dad. You kept her."

"Right next to my heart all these years"

"And you named me after her?"

"I always wanted to be reminded of her."

And as a few more years passed on, so did Manson, who left Jeordie alone. Jeordie did the same thing with Manson's remains and kept them both near and dear to him, until he too passed on. 

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Cara smiled and sat on the porch of her father's old house, her three necklaces gleaming in the sun. Maybe one day she'd have a love like that. Tragic, but beautiful. One day.