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Chapter 4: Talks, walks and memories remembered.
He
stood before the large beige stone house questioning what he was doing here. He
knew the reason, but couldn’t admit to the response as it had been too long and
reminding him she was just a girl. His paws clicked slowly on the circular
cemented driveway. He walked up the stone steps, stood up on his back paws and
pressed his nose to the bell beside the double oak doors. A few moments later
the door opened and a man Sirius recognized open the door. The tall man with
wavy brown hair and gentle blue eyes looked down and smiled at him before
opening the door wider to let him in. Sirius walked into the foyer and looked
around curiously at his surroundings and the dead man before him large gray
eyes blinking in shock…then he spoke.
“Carol
and Mione are gone, go ahead and change, it’s safe.” Mark Granger said in a low
deep voice. With a pop the large shaggy
dog had vanished and in his place was a tall slender man with heavy lidded gray
eyes, long black hair, and a wiry body. He was dressed in a white button down shirt
and black pants, and Black cloak all somewhat dirty, but in good shape.
“My
god I thought you were dead…No wonder Albus sent me here…This can’t be a
dream…what happened.” Sirius asked in an incredulous voice as he stared at the
friend he saw hadn’t seen in over 14 years and whom he had assumed was dead.”
“Long
story, but first you need to know Mione doesn’t know, She thinks she’s a Muggle
born Sirius…and you can’t tell her otherwise…We’ve lived this life for over 14
years and it needs to be kept that way. You can thank a certain blond haired
witch for saving mine, Carols, and Mione’s lives. As we’d all ready been dead
if it hadn’t been for her and Albus. So he sent you here. That’s fine like I
said Mione doesn’t know about use. She doesn’t know Em and Ron being magicals
and doesn’t know Remmie is her uncle’s brother. As far as everyone is concerned
She just a very clever Muggle born witch and well leave it at that. In a couple
of years, Albus thought he’d sent her to Celestial training. Remmie told me about
what happened at the shack. So what’s happening can we get Fudge involved?”
Mark asked as he led Sirius to a large room on the right side of the Foyer,
filled with wall to wall books and several large tables, chairs and couches and
a fireplace across from the door, He assumed it was the library. He sat down in one of the chairs closest to
the fire. Mark sat across from him pouring drinks from bottle that was on the
low table in between the two.
“Fudge
are you kidding me…the only way Fudge would believe me would be if someone told
him his ex would give him a lap dance…then maybe, But as his ex-wife refuses
even to acknowledge magic I’d say were shit out of luck. Hermione doesn’t know
any of this…Anyway no plan as of yet. Dumbledore told me to stay here for the
summer as He said the Grangers were very supportive of their daughter and her
friends and they would graciously accept me as a houseguest. He said Hermione
was leaving at the end of the summer to the Quidditch Cup and that and that
under no circumstances was Harry to know where I’m staying. That I’d most
likely find something interesting things at the Grangers and that I should stay
till he thinks it’s necessary for me to be closer to Harry. So tell me what’s
going on with you and Carol?” Sirius asked in a calm voice.
“For the next two hours the Men talked about what they had been doing. When the Women arrived home it was as if nothing had happened
She was nervous. He could see it in her eyes. He held her hand lightly and gave it a gentle squeeze before walking into the house. He put the suitcase down by the door and gripped his wand tightly in his left hand. She held her in her right as they walked into the foyer. He looked around the room, the circular stair case that lead to a land that went both left and right. On the left was a large archway that led to a living room on the right a dining room, steps leading to down to both. The hall past stairs had one doorway on the left and one on the right and another arch way that lead to what looked like the kitchen. The small tables were old antiques. The pictures that lined the walls of a young curly headed girl went from birth till last year, the changes obvious. It was when they walked into the kitchen Hermione got a surprise. Draco had been prepared for something like this even worse. He kept his face blank. He let her hand go as if saying good bye for forever.
~*~
Flashback ~*~
“I
don’t know about you, but I gotta go see him, that pacing is driving me crazy.”
The pacing had been going on for two hours at this right they’d never get any
sleep as it was the floor creaked with every step and every step was grinding
on her frazzled nerves. She got up and swung her legs out of the bed as Ginny
covered her head with a pillow.
“You
could help you know” Hermione said expectantly.
“I
don’t think he’d like that…you go you’re better with people. Besides you know
him better.” she said in a muffled voice.
“Ok,
if you change your mind…” She said as she put on her robe and unlocked the door
to there room. She turned left and walked down the hall, up the steps, and down
the hall and knocked on the 2nd maple door on the right. The pacing
stopped a few moments later the door opened. The look of surprise was apparent
on his face. His long blue/black hair hung softly around his face, the thin red
lips and dark hooded gray eyes swept her over. She smiled and asked softly
“Can
I come in? Can we talk?” she asked as she took the hand on the door frame and led
him further into the room. Closing the door and walking over to the unmade bed.
She sat down still holding his hand before say
“Why
don’t we talk about whatever is bother you…As your room is above mine and I’m
never going to sleep If you keep up that pacing and as this has been going on
since I’ve been here…So what’s up…Is it Harry…He’ll be here tomorrow so you
don’t have to worry…and you shouldn’t worry about him in the first place…He’s a
world unto himself…He’s survived this long…and If anyone can beat…Voldemort…Harry
will…You know that right…He’s a born fighter Sirius…I know he’s young and still
has a lot to learn…But he’s an incredible Wizard…Harry has abilities that I
could only wish for…So don’t worry so much about him…He’s a magical of the likes
of which I have never seen…He’ll be fine... Alright” She said as she looked at
him smiling softly eyes wide with happiness.
“You
really must care for Harry and trust him to be able to say The Dark Lords name
like that and not even flinch. But it’s not Harry I’m worried about…I have
other reason to pace, But I promise I won’t do that anymore…Is it really
keeping you awake I’m sorry. You should have told me sooner…I’ll put a
silencing charm on your room so noise doesn’t disturb you ok.” He said feeling
guilty for causing her not to get a good nights rest. It was then He realized
she was looking around the room. The place was a war zone…Clothes, books,
parchment, ink, quills, dishes, glasses and Liquor littered the room , the two
sofas and chairs and cover table in the corner by the right of the door could
not be seen by all the stuff on it the s dresses had clothes spilling out of
the and junk on the surfaces. The armoire looked the same drawers half opened.
The king size bed was unmade and the Nightstands beside them were littered with
papers and magazines. The tall windows beside them dusty and grimy the faded
curtains torn and worn, the closest door was opened as was the door to the
master bath, both in a similar state as the room. He followed her gaze to the
nightstand seeing the men’s Wizarding magazine. He reached out and swept them
in the draw before shutting it firmly.
“Sorry
about that. I should probably clean in here.” He said as he waved his wand and
the things moved back to where they were supposed to go. The Books back to
shelves in the corners in the room. The papers went to the coffee table, the
clothes to the drawers and closet. The dishes, food and drinks presumably to
the kitchen and the bed back to being made. The dust and grim also vanished with
out a trace.
“Can
I ask you something?” she said hesitantly.
“Sure,
about the magazine.” He asked softly as he took a seat on the couch.
“Yes…I
was just curious…” she said as she looked down at her slippers.
“You
can ask me anything you want and I’ll try to answer it to the best of my
knowledge…alright?” He asked as he looked at her with a reassuring smile. She
looked at him and smiled too.
For
the next hour she asked questions and Sirius answered them
intelligently…neither in a lewd or suggestive manner…which helped relive and
relax her. He was careful about what he said so as not to scare her. After a
while she stopped seeming run out of questions her curiosity satisfied, before
asking in a almost a whisper
“Do
the magazines help…has it been a while?”
“Yes
and yes…Not like the real thing but I’m just grateful enough to be out and just
being around woman it helps…I appreciate women more now then I did before…But
there isn’t a lot a can do about it…Unless Fudge magically pardons me…Which I’m
not holding my breath for.” He said in a grim voice and sarcastic smile.
“Well
there are women in the order…What about Emmeline Vance or Hestia Jones…or…maybe
they know someone...I don’t know there got to be someone who’d want to you
know…have sex with you…” she said as she blushed and grinned closing her eyes
before looking at him.
“Ok
gotta make this comment…Do you want to be my pimp or something?” he asked with
his bark like laugh.
“No,
I just I want to help…You know for everything you’ve done for me…I figure it’s the least I could do.”
She said softly almost sadly.
“What
answering your questions? Don’t worry about it kid I was the same why as for
anything else…no big deal… as for everything else…I mean I’m just as much your
friend as you are mine…that’s what friends do for one another…I look forward to
your letter Mione and trust me just being in the same room with you is pleasure
enough for me.” He said gently. He looked down waiting for her to get up and
leave. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He reached for
the tray on the table holding the bottle of Firewhiskey and two tumblers. He
poured his the drinking finally unable to take the silence any longer and
looking up at her. She was looking at him with a look of utter shock she spoke
softly
“Really,
you not just saying that because of what we just talked about are you. I know
I’m not that special or pretty so you don’t need to flatter me or anything.”
She said in a voice filled with sadness. He got up and went to sit next to her putting
his arm around her and lifting her face with the other.
“Of
course you are…you known people have nothing but good things to say about you
as for your looks…I don’t what you think is pretty…But your beautiful Angel…If
you were any better looking you’d need two of you to hold all that
gorgeous…” He grinned wickedly which
made her blush.
“Thank
you do you really…care about me?” she asked in a whisper.
“No”
Sirius said as he looked into her beautiful baby browns.
“Oh…”
she said as she looked down.
“I
love you Hermione Clara Granger, I want to marry you and spend the rest of my
life with you. I want to peel off that angelic gown and bury myself so deep
into you I forget my name, I lick, kiss and suckle every inch of you, I want to
hear you moan my name as you come…I want it all, I want every part of you, your
mind, your soul, Everything, But you not ready for that, and I’m not going to
push you and if you never return the feelings that’s fine, I’m just thankful of
the time I get to spend with you. Now I think It’s time for bed for you young
lady. Your best friend will be here tomorrow and guessing from those letters he
sent the other day…He won’t be in a good mood…There’s a meeting tomorrow…So you
and Ron will have to meet him…If he get too out of hand come get me…There’s
some things I need to talk to him about…Now come on off you go.” He said as he
pulled her up his arm still around his shoulder before she took his arm off of
herself.
“I’m
not leaving…I’m right were I belong…and you can say whatever you want, but I
know this house is magically sealed…So I can do magic…” she said as she pulled
her wand out of her pocket. “And two…there’s a silencing charm on the room, So
now one will hear me…what was that again…oh yes…moan your name as I come…” she said
as she blushed her cheeks pink with excitement she turned and faced him before
putting her arms loosely around his neck as his encircled her small waist. He
lowered his head slowly savoring the moment. As his lips touched hers, he felt
a jolt run threw him. Never before had a woman… any woman effected him the way
this slip of a girl did. His mouth moved urgently over hers, his tongue gently
tracing her lips, reminding himself to slow down, the lips parted at the
pressure, the taste of mint and cleanness was apparent, as his hand moved down
her back to her hip pulling her closer to him, but not too close. Holding on to
the last string of control, he pulled back and swung her into his arms before
carrying her too the bed. He laid her in the middle of the large mattress
before joining her on her side. He looked at her, her golden brown hair in wavy
disarray, her lips red from his kisses, cheeks flushed pink, breathing labored,
chest rising and falling in sweet temptation, the thin silk barely restraining
the large pale mounds that were visible with the parting of her dressing gown.
The silk nightgown clung to her small frame, leaving little to the imagination.
“We
don’t have to do this like I said no rush?” he whispered hoarsely as he looked
into her chocolate brown eyes.
“Don’t
stop please…I need you…and I don’t need anything.” She said as she reached up
and pulled his head down to hers. His lips moved over hers as his hands moved
to her face sliding down her neck and shoulders slowly sliding off the robe and
thin straps of her nightgown. She arched her back so he could remove the thin
material of her soft body. Clad only in thin pink panties, his hands moved to
peel them off moving slowly down her shapely legs. Within seconds his clothes
lay beside hers on the floor all the while his slow deep kisses igniting a fire
inside of her. His lips trailed from her down her cheek to the soft flesh
behind her ear, moving lower to her neck and shoulders as her hands moved
slowly up and down his back. He was intoxicated with her beauty, the softness
of her skin, the smell of vanilla and strawberries from her shampoo and
perfume, the unsteady motion of her hands as they moved over his back, he felt
if he were to die right now he’d die a happy man. Soon his lips had moved over
the large pale mounds that had fascinated him for months. They seem almost too
large on her small frame, making the stomach and waist microscopic in
comparison. He lips trailed around the delicate skin, slowly nibbling, he felt
her shift wanting his lips to capture the small bud in his that was aching for
attention, finally his lips and tongue lavished the tender bud, suckling softly
her soft moans bringing music to his ears. His hand moved from her other breast
down her velvety stomach down in between her legs, which parted lovingly his
hand slid over of the soft mound of smooth skin to her awaiting desire. His
fingers moving slowly to find the nub of skin, causing a moan of such deep
pleasure it was all he could do not to explode. His own desire pressed firmly
to her hip his lips soon left the large pale mounds to follow where his hands
had wrecked havoc, His lips sipped the sweet essence of her, lovingly drinking
her in, loving the delicious taste of her…He swung her legs over his shoulders
as his mouth gave her a pleasure so invigorating he felt his own desire mount
to a pitch that soon need to be quenched. Wave after wave enveloped his angelic
love…Her body convulsed with the shock of the pleasure. Soon he was moving over
her, his desire to pleasing her making him move over her slowly. She wrapped
her legs around his waist as his erect member parted the soft flesh between her
legs. His kissed her hard as he moved
quick, hoping the pain would be brief. She held on tightly then finally
relaxing he began to move in and out. Her moist tightness, feeling exquisite
against his aching member, his hips moved slowly wanting the memory of this to
last the rest of his life. He continued his lazy movement till it came to be
too much. He began to pump harder, loving the feel of her body pressed to his,
stomach to stomach, chest to chest, lip to lip, finally exploding into a haze
of sweat, quivering aching bodies and a bonding of another kind. He lay besides
her wrapping his arms around her warm body.
“Are
you happy, I didn’t hurt you did I? I love you…I didn’t fail you did I?” He
whispered softly.
“No,
I don’t think happy is a good enough word to describe how I feel, No pain, I
love you too and you could never fail me. If I die tomorrow I’d die a happy
woman. Thank you… I Love you Sirius, Don’t ever leave me…I don’t know what I’d
do without you.”
“You’d
live, and thank you, I’ve wanted to do this for so long with you, that I can’t
think of a time I didn’t need you angel. Are you sore, do you want to take a
bath?”
“No,
just hold me, alright.” She said as she yawned softly and snuggled deeper into
his side. Soon her breathing was even. He lay next to her hoping against hope
he was doing the right thing for her…
She opened her eyes slowing, taking
in her surroundings. She turned her head to find the space next to her empty as
it had been for months now. Even after her marriage she could count on one hand
how many times she shared her bed with the man that she loved and who had
thankfully left a piece of himself behind after his untimely demise. She looked
at the clock on the nightstand
~~~Draco’s
POV~~~
He sighed with relief as she slowly
opened her eyes. It had been five days since they had come here. They had gone
shopping on the morning she was to come back home. They had a good time in
muggle
~~~~ five days earlier...
“She dying...Do you understand that?” He asked as he looked at Harry. He took a deep breath then began to speak.
“She’s 3 month pregnant...Both the Muggle quack and Head Healer at St. Mungo’s told her to terminate the pregnancy. She feed the muggle some line about being in a car accident and losing her husband, that she had internal injuries, but somehow the babies survived, he did some test that showed her blood doesn’t clot the right way and that going full term most like will kill her and the babies.”
“Babies...More then one?” Harry whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, anyhow, he said she would need a Saurian Sector or something like that to deliver and that she could bleed to death because of that too.”
“Cesarean Section, did he say why she would need that?” asked Molly Weasley white with shock from what this boy was saying about a young girl she considered her daughter.
“Her hips are too small, birth canal too narrow, it’s the only way she can have them safely. but like I said they said she could bleed out and die, her Blood pressure is high as is her Cholesterol, and she likely to get Diabetes and need to be on medication and most like will have Preeclampsia or something like that...the list goes on and on...The Healer is pretty much of the same opinion, unless she takes potions, But she doesn’t want to see a healer, or have anything to do with magic for that matter...Oh and she still bleeding from her internal injuries from her little escapade at the D.O.M, which killed her husband that she’s still in grief over and is now risking her own life and that of her unborn children. So that his name can live on. So fuck you, fuck you very much and good day ladies and gentlemen.” Draco said as he swept out of the room of shocked and appalled people.
The following day Dumbledore had arrived having been late to the meeting or more like hanging as he had urgent business to attend too and could not be at Grimmauld place. He walked quietly into the hospital room as Draco sat at her side, holding her hand, his eyes bloodshot from holding in unshed tears and a sleepless night. He looked up slowly almost as if in a dream. The room was private at his request. Dumbledore conjured a chair and took a seat beside the young man he knew better then the boy knew himself.
“I have to say I don’t think I’ve
ever been seen anything like the display of affection, protection or valor that
you displayed yesterday ever before in my life. It is obvious the feelings you
have for Miss Granger far surpass that of any typical Magical Guardian. The
dignity you showed after the confrontation with the other members of the Order
had quite profound affect them. I’m here to formally apologize on there behalf.
The decision will be yours and Miss Granger’s if you choose to accept. I would
also like to extend Harry’s invitation at staying at
“Number one it’s Mrs. Black, number two I accept your apology and I’m sure Mione will too as soon as she wakes, but someone is going to need to convince her to go on the potions and much to my protest tell Potter will be there as soon as she released from here. For some reason, it’s Harry’s word she trusts beyond any others and I can’t bear to watch her get sicker and sicker. He’ll convince her to do the right thing.” Draco said with a sigh.
“Oh and she and I need to share a room, She’s been having nightmare and it only when were in the same room that she doesn’t have them. The healer said she’ll be released tomorrow. So can you make sure all are stuff is put away...She’ll need bed rest too. And tell Potter if he even thinks of even looking at her the wrong way...I will kill him...She can’t have that stress not in her condition. Ok that’s it Thank You...For your help...We really appreciate it.”
“Your welcome Draco, I see to Harry, have a good day.” Dumbledore said as he stood and shook Draco’s out stretched hand, before going to the beside and touching the young girl gently on the shoulder, then with a swish of his cloak he was gone, but not before the tears fell softly on his cheeks.
Now as he sat there watching her wake. He prayed he made the right decision in bringing her here. He was happy about the dream she just had as he had one similar only his was in the third person view and the picture was one that was truly causing him the most painful of pleasures. He smiled and got up and joined her immediately at her bed side. This had been the same room as the dream, the color was different, the maple furniture gone replace with whitewashed oak, the light streaming in from the large rectangle windows making the room brighter.
“Good morning beautiful, Have a nice dream.” Draco asked with his typical smirk. She blushed red before saying
“Oh my god you saw that?” she asked in a weak whispered.
“No, I left as soon as I saw what was about to take place, and don’t worry I have dreams like that quite often...nothing to be ashamed of.” He lied smoothly as she raised herself slowly into an upright position. He put his hands under her arms and helped her sit up. He sat back as she reached for her warm glass of milk and crackers on her nightstand.
“Your appointment is at
“Yes, that would be great. Listen Draco I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me...I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you...” He cut her off
“Don’t I want to do this, trust me
when I say, I can’t think of anybody I want spend as much time with as I do
with you just being with you feels right. So eat your crackers, drink your milk
and I’ll be back in a few minutes to collect you.” Draco said as he leaned over
and kissed her softly on the forehead. He got up and strolled to the door on
the right, leaving the door open he flicked a switch and a few minutes later
the sound of running water could be heard. A Few moments later he was back, by
then she had thrown off the warm blankets and swung her feet to the side of the
bed. He walked in and leaned down and wrapped his arms under her legs and
around her shoulder carrying her into the bath room and sitting her on the
toilet seat.
“I’ll get Mrs. Weasley, don’t move
I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself.” He said as he set her down. He
turned and walked out of the door. He walked down the two flights of stairs
down the hall and down the last flight to the kitchen. Molly, Nia,
“Mrs. Weasley, She ready for her bath. Tell me when you’re done and I’ll come fetch her.” Draco said in a tired voice as he sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Molly got up and walked quickly out of the room. He lit his cigarette and took a sip of his coffee, finally looking up to see Ginny looking at him a grin on her face.
“What...” he asked in a calm detached voice.
“How’d it start…I mean you too are just so….this isn’t new is it…Both of you are just too familiar with one another. So where did it really begin…and can you please explain this whole Magical Guardian business…What is that all about?” Ginny asked inquiring voice. All three boys stared at him, Nia sipping her tea quietly, smirk barely visible behind the brim.
“First off that’s none of your
business, second Magical Guardianship is a binding of Two magical beings, Sort
of a cross between secret keeper and loyalty that would rival that of a house
elf. I have to obey any and all of her orders, I’m to protect her and her
secret, if I am to betray her I’ll be dead, I’m magically connected to her. So
if anything happens to her it happened to me too. When she’s in pain, I feel
it. When she sick or tired or happy or sad I feel all that too. We are in a
sense sharing a soul…Does that answer your question.” He said as he put out his
cigarette and drained the rest of his coffee. He sat back and crossed his arms
looking at her with a bland look on his pale face. Nia busted out laughing
causing all the Harry, Ron,
“God you’re just like your mother, the bland looks the air of superiority. I could never figure out why she ended up with old Lucy. They were just nothing a like. He was older, refined, but you could see the cruelness in his eyes. Slimy as they come, Sorry to say that about your dad. Your mum was…probably still is a great lady. Narry and Lily were good friends in school… Ok enough said…I can see the struggle in your eyes. I’m going to tell you now it’ll only get worse. For all of you, you two will soon see what I’m talking about.” Nia said as she pointed at Ginny and Ron.
“See what?” Ginny asked.
“Celestial Training…Few Celestial actually go threw it…It’s both very humbling and painful…I don’t envy any of you…It is both a great burden and great gift…You two are innocents….you think you’ve seen horror before now….you haven’t. I’ll pray for all of you, Survive the training and you can do anything.” Nia said with a soft smile. She got up and leaned down and kissed Harry and Dudley on their heads before leaving. However Harry asked before she left.
“Did you survive the training?” Harry asked.
“Barely, your mother of course excelled at it, after cancer everything else is a cake walk. I couldn’t have done it without her.”
“Will it be safe for Mione?” he asked looking worried.
“Yes, she’ll be as safe as an angel in heaven.” Nia said with a grin, before closing the door quietly behind her. Just then Molly walked into the room.
“She’s ready for you Draco.” Molly said in a tired voice. Before sitting down and sipping at her cold tea.
He got up and left quickly. Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley and asked
“Do you know much about this new school we’ll be going to?” Harry asked inquiringly.
“Well it’s over 5,000 years old the oldest magical school in existence, you don’t have to be a Celestial to go, but they specialize in that course of training them. Very Difficult, Very competitive, but, it enables you to fight all the better, Trains you in ways that few could handle. Its location is hidden, not only unplottable and unmapable, just invisible and only Celestials are able to find it. You’ve already met one Celestial Professor Dumbledore, your mother was a Celestial as is Nia too and I believe Draco’s mother is as well. Albus will be here tonight to tell you more. So what are your plans today?” Molly asked changing the subject.
Ron and Harry were going with Draco
and Mione to the hospital. Ginny and
They were ushered into a small room, where Mione lay on a raised bed covered in a thin white sheet. She smiled as an older man with light brown hair and pale green eyes walked in and introduced himself as Healer Metcalf. Draco had already met him. So he shook Ron and Harry’s hands but not before his eyes darted to Harry’s scar. He thanked them for coming and explained about the Ultrasound Mione telling him she didn’t want to know the sex, but he could tell her friends. He took out his wand and tapped it softly on her still flat stomach as he said “revelous inutorous”, then pointed his wand at the wall, which showed the two little babies she carried. Tears spilled from hers as she looked at the wall. Draco, Harry and Ron smiled. Healer Metcalf said they looked good, heart rate normal and Mione cover her ears as he told the boys they twins looked to be a boy and a girl. He nodded to tell her he was done and tapped her stomach again. They all shook hands again and the boys excused themselves so Mione could get dressed.
Evanescence
- My Immortal
I'm
so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot
erase
[CHORUS:]
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your
tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of
your fears
I held your hand through all of these
years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot
erase
[Chorus]
I've tried so hard to tell myself that
you're gone
And though you’re still with me
I've been alone all along