By Joe

This is my first songfic, based on the Yellowcard song.

Sew this up with threads of reason and regret
So I will not forget, I will not forget
How this felt one year six months ago
I know I cannot forget, I cannot forget

It was a snowy February morning, and he was there, standing at her grave. It was eighteen months, to the day, since she had left him, and he promised her he would never forget to visit–not that he could, even if he wanted to. He could still feel her, nearby, and yet unable to talk to her, hold her in his arms. He sighed, deeply regretting that there were so many words he didn’t have the chance to say to her.

I’m falling into memories of you,and things we used to do
‘Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you’

It was all he ever did these days, whenever he had time to himself. He would just sit back, and stare at the sky–or at least that was how it appeared to the casual observer. Upon closer inspection, though, one would notice the mistiness of his fiery red eyes, that were usually blue, and the anguish not easily present in his expression. He usually remembered the last words she said to him:

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be waiting for you on the other side. Worry for yourself, that we may find each other there.”

I can tell that you don’t know me anymore
It’s easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we’ll forget, I hope we don’t forget

He remembered how he had been those last few months–silent, brooding, raging at how unfair life was to take away his only source of happiness and joy. Whenever he came to visit her in the hospital, he tried to mask it–but she always saw through whenever she looked into his eyes. He didn’t know what to do anymore, so great was the grief which had stricken him. He had forgotten that while he was screaming out in his soul, she was wasting away, and their time together was running out.

I’m falling into memories of you,and things we used to do
‘Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you’

He remembered all the times they had spent together: that first date at the carnival, the walk on the beach they shared one summer eve, the time she won an award for her literature (and he was there, in the front row at the ceremonies), the time she helped him muster the courage to first sing in public (and was cheering him on from backstage), and many more times besides. He sighed again, snapping back to reality, and said to himself, “Why? Why did you have to leave so soon? After all this time, I still miss you so badly, my heart cries out. I need you.”

So many nights, legs tangled tight
Wrap me up in a dream with you
‘Close up these eyes, try not to cry’
All that I’ve got to pull me through is memories of you

He suddenly recalled that last night they shared back at his room while his brother out was out, before she became ill. He still remembered it so vividly: the touch of her skin, the feel of her lips on his. He shut his eyes tightly, afraid that if he were to open them, tears innumerable would fall.

I’m falling into memories of you, and things we used to do
‘Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that we can share’
Falling into memories of you, and things we used to do

He said, “After all this time, I never forgot you. I still need you as badly as the day you left me, and every passing day is just another burden without you to lighten the load. I can’t go on like this, and yet I’m kept alive by the thought of meeting you once I reach the end of my suffering. Please, I feel so lost, I don’t know how much more I can take, I’m not as strong as you were. I need your help, your smile, your hand in mine.”

He paused, inhaled deeply, then continued. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I never, ever forgot you, even when I forgot myself. You showed me what it feels like to truly live, you cast a light on my dreary existence. I’ve always remembered that, and I’m so, so thankful for it. Happy birthday, my love.”

He then placed the bouquet of flowers gently on her tombstone, then got up and left. As he did, he swore he heard a female voice. He quickly turned around, searching, but no one was there. As he turned to leave again, Vincent noticed, for the first time since she left, that the sun was shining.

As you can see, this ties in with the rest of my Skyeye/Vincent fics.


10 Responses to “One Year Six Months”

  1. September 2, 2007 at 7:23 pm

    *goes on uber-kilig mode*


    i love this fic. 😀

  2. 2 alegre
    September 2, 2007 at 8:19 pm

    aww. 😦


    you know why it’s killing me. =))

  3. 3 Joe
    September 2, 2007 at 9:44 pm

    the idea i had involved that song kasi eh. 😛

  4. 4 circuspalette
    September 2, 2007 at 10:15 pm

    EMO. EMO.

  5. September 2, 2007 at 10:16 pm

    that was me, btw. *points*

  6. 6 Joe
    September 2, 2007 at 10:39 pm

    wow, what a constructive comment. 😛

  7. September 2, 2007 at 10:53 pm

    I am full of insights. :->

  8. September 2, 2007 at 11:38 pm


  9. September 3, 2007 at 7:29 pm

    “…Vincent noticed, for the first time since she left, that the sun was shining.”

    That line just… gah. *sniff*

    Ang sad naman, Joe. You’re a great writer by the way. 🙂

  10. September 3, 2007 at 7:33 pm

    thanks. 🙂 i might write similar stories to this soon.

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