Wishing
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
696
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Wishing
Disclaimer: The song belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber from his Phantom of the Opera, one line changed to fit my purposes. If he reads this and doesn\'t want me to include it in my story, then I\'ll remove it. Till then, enjoy!
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You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and lover
Then my world was shattered.
"Is this Devin?"
"Yes?" I was still groggy "“ it was 4 o'clock in the morning, and the shrill ringing of the phone had awoken me from my first sleep in two days. Coffee and a sudden burst of inspiration would do that to you. I would have ignored the call, but I had learned by now that no one would bother to call me this early unless it was important.
"Do you know a Mr. Riley Klavis?"
That snapped me awake. I knew Riley had been on a business trip out of town for his company, and I knew this wasn't his boss; he was a \'friend\' of mine.
"Yes. What's this about?" I knew that my voice sounded as worried as I was.
"I'm sorry, but are you a relative of Mr. Klavis?"
That only made me worry more. What had happened to Riley?
"I'm his brother,\" I lied. They wouldn\'t ask for relations unless something serious happened, and I doubted a boyfriend counted. \"Why are you calling me at 4 o'clock in the morning?"
"Mr. Klavis was in an accident. He didn't make it. You were the last one he called on his cell phone."
The phone slipped from my fingers and bounced off the bed, and I could only stare at it numbly.
Wishing you somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here.
I had called Riley's mother after I had dimly thanked the woman and hung up. The body needed to be identified for confirmation, but as I drove with his mother weeping in the seat next to me, I had a hard, sinking feeling in my chest that wasn't good.
Something in my gut told me it was Riley, even before I lifted the sheet covering him.
"Oh God"¦" The whispered sound came from his mother, as my throat was too tight to speak, and I clutched the sheet so hard that my knuckles turned white as I stared down at my boyfriend's face. This can\'t be him , my mind said frantically. It can\'t be. My brain refused to believe it, but my heart knew the truth.
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could.
*flashback*
"You're gonna be famous some day, Devi."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. They'll put your name in front of Mann's Chinese Theater and people will line up for miles just to see you. You'll be the most famous guy from Oregan, the hottest star, get the best sex"¦"
"Mm. You're the best sex I could ask for."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
*end flashback*
I jerked awake and stared at the empty space on the bed beside me, as if hoping that Riley would be there, that the past two months hadn't happen, that it was just some horrible dream and my boyfriend's arms would wrap around me, pulling him against his warm chest and stroking my hair like he used to. But I knew it would never happen.
I rolled over and cried myself to sleep.
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
I pulled my jacket more snugly around me as I walked, head lowered and staring at the brittle grass beneath my feet. I passed tombstones and graves, angels with weather-stained faces similar to tears, as if they had been weeping for the life they gaurded, and outspread arms. I didn't need to look where I was going. I already knew.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
I stopped in front of the tombstone, staring at the words scrawled across its cold face.
Here lies Riley Klavis
Beloved brother, son, and nephew
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
I knelt down, brushing away dead grass and leaves that littered the bottom. Four years later and it was hard for me to see his grave without tears blurring my vision. He had only been twenty-four, just barely lived his life"¦ we had so many plans, so many things we were going to do. All of it had been snatched away from us because of some stoned-off-his-ass forty year old.
I removed the wind-blown flowers and replaced them with the new ones, and pulled a single rose from my jacket. I fingered the petals, and for a moment realized just how easy it would be for me to join him. It had been a recurring thought ever since he died, but I was too scared to act. I slipped the ring he had given me off my finger and slid it on to the stem, then lay the rose beside the headstone.
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say"¦
"Goodbye."
Goodbye...
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You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and lover
Then my world was shattered.
"Is this Devin?"
"Yes?" I was still groggy "“ it was 4 o'clock in the morning, and the shrill ringing of the phone had awoken me from my first sleep in two days. Coffee and a sudden burst of inspiration would do that to you. I would have ignored the call, but I had learned by now that no one would bother to call me this early unless it was important.
"Do you know a Mr. Riley Klavis?"
That snapped me awake. I knew Riley had been on a business trip out of town for his company, and I knew this wasn't his boss; he was a \'friend\' of mine.
"Yes. What's this about?" I knew that my voice sounded as worried as I was.
"I'm sorry, but are you a relative of Mr. Klavis?"
That only made me worry more. What had happened to Riley?
"I'm his brother,\" I lied. They wouldn\'t ask for relations unless something serious happened, and I doubted a boyfriend counted. \"Why are you calling me at 4 o'clock in the morning?"
"Mr. Klavis was in an accident. He didn't make it. You were the last one he called on his cell phone."
The phone slipped from my fingers and bounced off the bed, and I could only stare at it numbly.
Wishing you somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here.
I had called Riley's mother after I had dimly thanked the woman and hung up. The body needed to be identified for confirmation, but as I drove with his mother weeping in the seat next to me, I had a hard, sinking feeling in my chest that wasn't good.
Something in my gut told me it was Riley, even before I lifted the sheet covering him.
"Oh God"¦" The whispered sound came from his mother, as my throat was too tight to speak, and I clutched the sheet so hard that my knuckles turned white as I stared down at my boyfriend's face. This can\'t be him , my mind said frantically. It can\'t be. My brain refused to believe it, but my heart knew the truth.
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could.
*flashback*
"You're gonna be famous some day, Devi."
"Yeah?"
"Yep. They'll put your name in front of Mann's Chinese Theater and people will line up for miles just to see you. You'll be the most famous guy from Oregan, the hottest star, get the best sex"¦"
"Mm. You're the best sex I could ask for."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
*end flashback*
I jerked awake and stared at the empty space on the bed beside me, as if hoping that Riley would be there, that the past two months hadn't happen, that it was just some horrible dream and my boyfriend's arms would wrap around me, pulling him against his warm chest and stroking my hair like he used to. But I knew it would never happen.
I rolled over and cried myself to sleep.
Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
I pulled my jacket more snugly around me as I walked, head lowered and staring at the brittle grass beneath my feet. I passed tombstones and graves, angels with weather-stained faces similar to tears, as if they had been weeping for the life they gaurded, and outspread arms. I didn't need to look where I was going. I already knew.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
I stopped in front of the tombstone, staring at the words scrawled across its cold face.
Here lies Riley Klavis
Beloved brother, son, and nephew
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
I knelt down, brushing away dead grass and leaves that littered the bottom. Four years later and it was hard for me to see his grave without tears blurring my vision. He had only been twenty-four, just barely lived his life"¦ we had so many plans, so many things we were going to do. All of it had been snatched away from us because of some stoned-off-his-ass forty year old.
I removed the wind-blown flowers and replaced them with the new ones, and pulled a single rose from my jacket. I fingered the petals, and for a moment realized just how easy it would be for me to join him. It had been a recurring thought ever since he died, but I was too scared to act. I slipped the ring he had given me off my finger and slid it on to the stem, then lay the rose beside the headstone.
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say"¦
"Goodbye."
Goodbye...