Post by amy on Jun 15, 2004 4:39:25 GMT
It was raining. Again. The beautifully clear water droplets fell down, sheet after sheet. A slight pitter patter was made as it hit the gravestones, causing a chorus of heavenly sad voices. Amy twirled in the middle of it all, her black cloak trailing behind her, her hood down, her face skywards.
And she was laughing. Could it be? Laughing. Of all people, of all the days. A few days after Chris died. Her best friend, dead to the world. Gone forever. And here she was, dancing in the rain, singing, and laughing. Her tears mixed in with the rain that poured down her face. Her mascara was running. She was soaked to the bone, wearing a brilliantly black dress that fluttered out about her knees as she spun. Around and around, an insane laughter echoing across the grounds.
Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
Spinning, spinning. Beautiful music trailing out into the world. And Amy. Small, strange, hyper, emotionally dangerous Amy. In the middle of it all. Spinning, as if she were young again. Just a five year old, with no worries. Just enjoying the rain. And that, she was. The rain came down harder, as if it were trying to dampen her spirits. But no. She wouldn't let it. She just kept on dancing.
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things I should've said,
That I never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things I should've given,
But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.
Spinning, spinning. Amy finally fell to the ground, mud splashing around her. A broad, unknowing smile was etched across her face. It seemed so foreign, to this girl who hadn't smiled for real since Jesika and Kezaa'a wedding, and even then, it was only for a second. This girl, who hid behind laughter and smiles, fake to her, a mirage to others. This girl, who would die fighting for her friends in the end. Who saw terrible things in the night. Who loved those that could not be loved.
And here she was. Smiling.
And she was laughing. Could it be? Laughing. Of all people, of all the days. A few days after Chris died. Her best friend, dead to the world. Gone forever. And here she was, dancing in the rain, singing, and laughing. Her tears mixed in with the rain that poured down her face. Her mascara was running. She was soaked to the bone, wearing a brilliantly black dress that fluttered out about her knees as she spun. Around and around, an insane laughter echoing across the grounds.
Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
Spinning, spinning. Beautiful music trailing out into the world. And Amy. Small, strange, hyper, emotionally dangerous Amy. In the middle of it all. Spinning, as if she were young again. Just a five year old, with no worries. Just enjoying the rain. And that, she was. The rain came down harder, as if it were trying to dampen her spirits. But no. She wouldn't let it. She just kept on dancing.
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things I should've said,
That I never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things I should've given,
But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.
Spinning, spinning. Amy finally fell to the ground, mud splashing around her. A broad, unknowing smile was etched across her face. It seemed so foreign, to this girl who hadn't smiled for real since Jesika and Kezaa'a wedding, and even then, it was only for a second. This girl, who hid behind laughter and smiles, fake to her, a mirage to others. This girl, who would die fighting for her friends in the end. Who saw terrible things in the night. Who loved those that could not be loved.
And here she was. Smiling.