“And so it is just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is the shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky"
The song for this chapter is "The Blower's Daughter" by Damien Rice. I have loved this song for over a decade and I never get sick of listening to it.
-Her-
She wanted him to come back to her so badly that she never stopped to think what she would do if he actually showed up. His deep chocolate eyes were the last thing she saw before she drifted off to sleep, and the first thing she saw when she woke up. But this was real. He was really there, standing in her hospital room. She took a second to be sure, to really look at him. He was pale, and staring fixed at a point above her head.
“Can?”
He jolted out of his trance. It was like he’d seen a ghost.
“How did you..?” how did he know?
“I saw you.”
“What?” she searched his face to be sure he was fully cognizant.
“I saw you.” he said it with more conviction this time.
She looked at him like he was crazy for 5 whole seconds before it dawned on her. Her hand went slowly to her chest of its own accord, searching for her amber pendent. She remembered it growing so hot she thought it would burn through her sweater in the moment just before she lost consciousness.
“I felt it.” she looked at him then. Really looked. Her hand was still locked around the pendent he gave her.
“I did too.” his eyes said everything. There were tears threatening to fall. They were bloodshot and hard and sad. But there was also a spark there. Of hope? Of love?
Their eyes were riveted to each other for an indeterminable amount of time before she realized that they had been having a conversation meters apart. He looked like he was glued to that spot.
She shyly looked down at her lap and let go of her pendent before meeting his eyes again.
“Will you come sit by me?” she broke his reverie.
“Of course.” his feet stuttered into movement.
He sat in the chair that Emre was in when she woke up the first time. The coincidence didn’t slip her notice. It was like she willed it into existence. And, in a way, she had. The only thing that would make it perfect was...
His hand slipped over hers and squeezed tight. It was big and rough and warm and perfect.
She squeezed back.
YOU ARE READING
It's all because of you
Fanfiction"But I would rather feel the sting Than never to have felt a thing I'll always know you were the one To rip me from the ground"
