The first few bars of "This Is Gospel" rang out across the empty room. I whipped my head round 180 degrees to face the singer, my dark brown hair coming to settle on my shoulders. He looked surprised that I turned around but carried on singing anyway. To be honest I was every bit as shocked to see him. He was the last person I expected to meet here but in my mind I knew he was the one I wanted. It had been 2 years too long and I wanted to run and hug him but I restrained myself.
"But they haven't seen the best of us yet..." He half sung, half said. He paused and looked over at me, the moonlight reflected in his eyes. My heart skipped as I took a breath. "If you love me let me go" I sung. My voice rang out across the room towards him as I took a step and I sung the line again.
He joined me on the next line as we stood on opposite sides of the room looking at each other in the haunting moonlight, "cause these words are knives and often leave scars" we sung together. Our voices began to crescendo as we reached the end of the chorus.
"The fear the fear of falling apart..." We both sung and trailed off.
For a moment everything was still and silent and I smiled and realised we had unconsciously been walking towards each other. I looked into his eyes and smiled.
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Too Weird To Live Too Rare To Die
FanfictionSome random stories and poems I wrote based on Panic! At The Disco songs.
