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Do
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Saban owns these guys or gals. Sarah McLachlan owns the song. Me? I'm not
sure I own anything anymore.
What ravages of spirit
Jason stared down at the grave, his hands shaking as he placed the half dozen white roses next to the tombstone. Kneeling, he silently drew his fingers over the inscription in the stone. Emily Johnston "Oh baby. I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen."
You do what you have to do "I can't stop thinking about it. About the accident. If I had only watched the road, if I had seen the car earlier, you wouldn't be lying here. You wouldn't be dead." Jason felt the tears trickle down his cheeks and he let them. Here he didn't have to be strong or macho. Here he was simply an 18-year-old boy grieving for his girlfriend.
With apparitions of your soul However swiftly moving Trying to escape this desire The yearning to be near you I do what I have to do "I see you Em. It's like you're haunting me. I want to see you. I want to hold you close so badly. Every time I turn around there's something to remind me of you. The park, the Beach Club, even my dad's car. "When I go to the grocery store, or the gas station, if I see a blonde, for just a second I see you. You turn, look at me and smile, but the lady turns and it's not you. Then I remember that you're dead and I'm not. And it hurts all over again."
And burning slow Deeply am I shaken by the violence Of existing only for you I know I can't be with you I do what I have to do Jason wiped the tears from his face absently. He knew everyone was worried about him. It had been over four months since the accident. Four months since Jason had last been happy. He reached out to stroke the tombstone. It was the closest he was ever going to be to her. He missed the feel of her in his arms, the way her eyes lit up when she was happy or excited. Jason whimpered as one memory came to him. He had taken Emily to the Aviary and they had gone into an enclosure full of hummingbirds. Emily had been completely enthralled by the tiny birds. She had stared, transfixed, before turning to Jason and breathing a "Thank you" before giving him a feather-light kiss. "How am I supposed to live without you?" Jason moaned. "How do I forget how much you meant to me, Em? I love you, as much now as before." A soft humming interrupted his sobs. He looked up to see a small bird, no bigger than his thumb, hovering a foot in front of him. It's beak was long and slender and it had a purple head with a green back. For a few moments, the bird and human stared at each other before the tiny bird darted off. "Thank you, Emily." He whispered.
That I don't know how to let you go I don't know how to let you go The End |