Unfinished Symphony


Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. No copyright infringement intended.

Author's Note: The story is from Felicity's perspective, but it revolves around OTH characters. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are loved!


Prologue

Felicity looked down at her seventeen year old daughter's tear stained face, her own heart breaking. She knew first hand the agonies of love, but how was she to explain that to a teenager? How do you tell someone, there is no such thing as a fairytale love story, with out completely destroying any hope that they may have left? You see, Felicity thought…

When you are young, it was okay to believe in fairy tales…that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming, castle on a hill, that gave you hope. Yes, those were the days, when it was simple…lying in bed at night, closing your eyes, and dreaming of the day, when all your inexplicable dreams would come true. You had absolute and utter, needless faith, back then. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, your very own Prince Charming, they were so close you could almost taste them. Unfortunately, we all grow up, and whether its like it was for me at 19, when I got my first taste of heartache, or at 17 like my daughter Zoë is realizing now…one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale seems to have vanished.

When that happens, most people turn to the things and people they can trust, which is why I am sitting here on my daughters bed right now at 2 o' clock in the morning, combing through her hair with my fingers, as she sobs, trying to think of the right thing to say. But there is no right thing, because it's not easy to let go of that fairy tale, I sure didn't at her age, no one does it gently, and many never do.

Instead of letting go, we turn to that tiny morsel of hope, or faith. We hold on to the conviction that one day, if we've been good enough, or waited just long enough, we will open our eyes and it will be as though nothing bad ever happened, like the hurt wasn't actually ever there, and the pages of the tale never stopped turning.

But any good woman knows… that doesn't happen. Here's the problem. From an early age, we women are set on auto-pilot waiting for that fairy tale to come to us, when in reality the only true fairy tales, if you want to call them that, are created within. We set these ridiculous standards, and build up walls and boundaries, in sight of finding the perfect lover, when really we should be focused on creating the perfect love. When things get messy, and disappointing …we get to the point where we feel like we are just walking along, wasting our time, and we give up…we lose our faith in love.

Fortunately, faith is a resilient little thing, and sooner or later, someone or something will come around, when you least expect it, and hand you your faith back, giving you the courage to fight again. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, restore you…and once in a while people may even take your breath away. Then you'll realize that the fairy tale you imagined, when you were young, isn't as amazing as you had once thought. You will learn to appreciate real love, the kind without the castle and white horse to cloud your judgment.

It is hard to find a love like that, and it doesn't often come around. You might have to bite into a couple rotten apples, and there will probably be a couple of very tasty ones along the way to distract you, but when that special someone does come along, you know it. You'll get butterflies no matter how many times you see them, you'll force yourself to enjoy the awful music they play, even let them eat your last spoonful of ice-cream, and it'll all be worth it. Why? Because they are worth it, and to be with them is better than any of that.

So the point is, true love trumps any fantasy you may have had when you were young, but the road to true love, and true happiness is often bumpy. That is how you weave through the ordinary, the pretentious, and make it to the extraordinary. The one left standing, by your side, when it's all said and done, that is your real prince charming…your soul mate.

My daughter though, she doesn't need to know all that just yet. She'll live and learn the same way we all do. So when she just said to me, "Mom, it hurts so bad, when does the pain go away?" This is the answer I gave her:

"I dunno, sweetie. It's a long road, it's not fun, and it's not fair. Trust me…I wish I could take the pain away, but I can't. What I can tell you, what I will tell you, is what I believe in…what helped me along the way. And, you know what that is? Fate; it's knowing that everything happens for a reason, and believing that one day it will all make sense."

By the look on her face, as her tears slowly lessened, and she turned to embrace me, I knew she had turned the corner, and I was more than relieved. I had gotten my baby through her first real broken heart. So when she turned to me and asked, "how did you get so good at this?" I just smiled and laughed, doing my best to soak in that moment. After all, it isn't often that you here those words, especially coming from your teenage daughter.

"I lived it, just like everyone else does, and you will too…" I told her.

"Well, how did you know that dad was the one?"

I laughed again. What a road her father and I traveled to get to each other! It's a miracle we made it! I answered the best I could…

"Well, if you'd ask your Uncle Lucas, he would tell you that I knew all along…that there was a moment when everything changed. I would say, you can't know whom that person is, the person who will ultimately become your soul mate…but you can take a chance on someone and follow your heart when it feels right. Sometimes it's the smallest decisions that can pretty much change your life forever. I didn't know it then, but I guess you could say that the moment when everything changed, was when I took a chance on your dad...it just took both of us a long time to realize that.