All good things

Chapter 3

"Thank you everyone, so much!" Simon shouted to the microphone, holding out his hand to block the sun that did it's best to blind him. He looked out at the crowd - there were families, couples, people with friends and people who were there alone and older people, who seemed to enjoy the warm weather they were blessed with on this autumn day. Simon smiled at them all from the small stage in the middle of a park, glancing once to Jordan, who was on his right and once to Maureen who was on his left. He gripped his bass guitar tighter and straightened his light brown T-shirt. His libra necklace hung loosely around his neck when he tilted his head to speak again. "This next one is our last, but we want to thank you all for gracing us with your presence, than you to the one's who made this all happen and invited us here. This is truly a beautiful cause and I wish you all good health and most of all, hope!" he said softly to the mic, his black glasses catching the sunlight.

He hadn't put on any make-up this time, and he wore his black jeans and a brown leather jacket, because he wanted to appear as real as possible for the charity event, which supported kids with cancer. There were many families with kids like that present today and he wanted them to see that he did actually care. He still wasn't sure how in the world he got picked to perform, but he couldn't have been happier to give some sense of happiness to these people and especially the adorable kids, who all looked up at them with bright smiles. Simon nodded at Jordan, who was holding his guitar, and at Maureen, who steadied behind the keyboards. They started playing and Simon sang.

Nobody knows how to say goodbye
It seems so easy 'til you try
Then the moments passed you by
Nobody knows how to say goodbye

Nobody knows how to get back home
And we set out so long ago
Search the heavens and the Earth below
Nobody knows how to get back home

While he sang, the people on the lawn, most sitting but also a few standing, were moving along to the slow song and a small cold breeze went past Simon, ruffling his hair and he closed his eyes for a moment. The blazing sun and the cold wind made him think of the sea in the summer, when he and Clary went surfing. He smiled fondly at the memory.

Through the darkness to the dawn
And when I looked back you were gone
Heard your voice leading me on
Through the darkness to the dawn

When he opened his eyes again, he let his eyes roam over the crowd. There was a family of four sitting near the park benches and the little girl was wearing a cute little pink raincoat and matching wellies. She was playing with her doll, making it dance to the song and Simon smiled at her. Next to them, on the bench, there was an elderly couple, smiling and holding hands. In the farther back, on a warm blanket was a mother with a daughter, the child couldn't have been more than 10 years old, but she had no hair and had tubes coming from her nose, but she smiled the brightest smile at Simon, who felt sad all of a sudden, but smiled back encouragingly. His eyes stopped at the old oak tree, when his eyes met with blue and brown and Simon's heart did a somersault.

Love is deep as the road is long
And moves my feet to carry on
It beats my heart when you are gone
Love is deep as the road is long

Jace was leaning on the tree, his denim jacket open at the front, revealing a white graphic T-shirt. Letting his eyes go lower, Simon saw he was wearing blue jeans and white sneakers. He had sunglasses propped up on his head and his golden hair fell freely around his face, shining in the sunlight that crept through the branches. He smiled, when Simon caught his eye and the other boy smiled back, feeling a very, very small blush creep up his neck from the intensity of the blond's eyes.

Nobody knows how the story ends
Live the day, doing what you can
This is only where it began
Nobody knows how the story ends
Nobody knows how the story ends