Warning: This story contains dark themes such as violence and substance abuse. It's not a happy fairytale, so don't read on unless you can handle intense heartache.

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"In Your Eyes"

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

Prologue

I stood there, for what seemed like an eternity, watching the snow fall all around me. Here I was, five whole years later, in disbelief that the world had not stopped turning. I was here and I had survived it. In fact, nothing in me was broken whatsoever; nothing except for my heart. I had gone from despair to bitter, and now I was simply numb.

I couldn't help but think of these things, and my memories of him, while watching the snow fall from the sky. I remembered how it felt when he held me. Then, I remembered how it felt when he left. I also remembered what had followed. I had done so many reckless things; anything just to be able to feel something. It was the only way to know that I was still alive. Most of all, I remembered that there was a time in my life when I was wanted and I was loved. It was all so…pure.

That's what the snow does. Snow makes everything pure.

Everything that is, except for me.


This is my first fan fiction piece, and I would love some reviews!

Thanks!