Transformers Prime - Hazy

Family Portrait

Jasmine wiped her eyes as she strode into the house, hoping to find only one person at the moment.

Jasmine: "Akane?!"

It looked completely empty. Her spark sunk when she recalled the date he had with Becky. She went around the partial wall to the living room, playing a familiar song on the stereo, wishing she wasn't alone. She sung along, the words coming naturally. She'd listened to it many times, but now it just hit home more than it used to.

Jasmine: "2am; where do I begin,

Crying off my face again.

The silent sound of loneliness, Wants to follow me to bed.

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room, Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby.

Let you go and let the lonely in, To take my heart again.

Too afraid to go inside, For the pain of one more loveless night.

But the loneliness will stay with me, And hold me ‘til I fall asleep.

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most.

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.

Dancing slowly in an empty room, Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby.

Let you go and let the lonely in, To take my heart again.

Broken pieces of A barely breathing story

Where there once was love, Now there's only me and the lonely.

Dancing slowly in an empty room, Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby, Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again."

A pain stabbed in her chest as the music faded out. It was a horrid feeling as she stood facing the speakers, leaning over them, wishing it would all just go away. Akane quietly came through the kitchen doors, still clutching a single rose.

Akane:  'How could she . . . ?'

The thought rang in his head. His hands shook as ragged tears slid down his face. He lifted his glasses, wiping his teary purple eyes. Jasmine sighed, turning and seeing Akane. Suddenly, she broke, rushing over to him, wrapping her arms around him, a few sobs wracking her body.

Jasmine: "Akane, I'm so sorry! You were right about him! I'm sorry I didn't listen! Please, please forgive me . . ."

He tensed, kneeling down and gently held her, ignoring his own heartbreak for a moment.

Akane:  "Miss Brookes . . . what happened?"

Jasmine: "I-I walked in and he . . . He was kissing another woman . . . I dropped that little figurine I got him . . . I . . . I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, Akane . . ."