You look to the moonlight as you stayed late at night, sitting in your abode, singing a gentle song that released the emotions you've been hiding.
"When I'm all alone, I close my eyes, my head is filled with you...
I'm scared to fall asleep cuz' my dreams, they don't come true...
I tried to rid my mind of all this haunting memories...
But I know I won't find peace til the day you're next to me.." You sang quietly, as you think about a familiar person; A someone who you found lonely, and pitiful. Andrew was a gravedigger, forced to dig up graves, search for belongings that brought worth, all for living in a world, who shunned him from his appearance. He was the only one who you found comfort in a world ruled by gold bars, and diamonds. Sadly, as everything was based of social standings, you were adviced to not touch anyone below the high standings of nobles. You were a rebel, and you showed nothing but sympathy, and kindness, knowing that there was no angel living in the same realm, and insisted that you do the role of a moral human, and be their guardian.
From another part of the world, someone sings the same song,
"I dream about the days when you would hold me in your arms
And teach me to dance, it's one of your many charms
I tried to keep my eyes dry but I can't forget about us
I try so hard, but my heart is full of lust," He whispers a song from the past from the Oletus manor, looking at the moon, unaware that she too was looking at the same moon.
How can I hurt anymore than now, crying on my floor
It's still you I stay longing for even though my heart is sore..." For the one who had accepted him, and gave him kindness, he felt regret for leaving them on a world he considered cold, and cruel. He sang quietly for the one who accepted him, despite appearances and standings in life. Y/n was a bard, discouraged by her parents of pursuing something as absurd as that, and instead forcing her to take over the business she finds distasteful. She was forced to live in the high horse, unable to swivel her horse to an occupation she found pleasure in, and instead, forced to study the family business, which she wishes to not partake in, resulting in a few bruises. Andrew saw it all. He could see the sadness in her eyes, just as how she can see the sadness in his. They reciprocated the sympathy and lived in silence.
They sing in sync, unaware...
"Even though I'm crumbling to pieces, even though I'm shattered on my own
I still think about all of the good times that we had way back when
Even though I'm ill and this disease is of a cure that's still unknown
If theres one thing that I know, I know i'd do it all again
Just to hold you close, you know I'd do it all again
If there's one thing that I know, I know I'd do it all again
❇
You step to the manor in front of you, deep breaths to ease you of panting. Sneaking out in the middle of the night was... painful. You remembered falling off the high walls, which was why you had a red mark on your forehead. The night was cold, and all you wore was white and red bell sleeve dress, with a corset.
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You held a lute, which kept you company. It was a white one, but it was slightly worn. 'It's so cold,' you shivered as you knocked. A few seconds later, a woman in a doctor's uniform showed up. "Oh dear. Come in. You must be cold," she ushered you in and lead you to the library, where most of the survivors stayed, as they peered through the door. "Our new survivor has arrived," Emily announces as she opens the gate. "U-um, hey," you waved your hand, "I'm Y/n L/n, the bard," you bowed. "I'm not keen to talking about my past since I am new, but in due time," the others nodded, understanding. "Your room is at F209," Emily says, and leads you to your room. It was a lovely dull shade of red.
You started to fix your belongings, and wrote on your diary about your first day, along with your desire to meet a familiar someone. You softly sang as you organized, the same song you sang in your abode, unaware of the ears that picked up the sounds of a familiar angel in the dark.
"When I'm all alone, I close my eyes, my head is filled with you...
I'm scared to fall asleep cuz' my dreams, they don't come true...
I tried to rid my mind of all this haunting memories...
But I know I won't find peace til the day you're next to me..." You sang like a forlorn nightingale, who had lost its will to leave. The moment made you blind to the man that slowly crept to your room a single strand of hope in his pinky.
"Heartbroken and feeling down, I start to realize
That the happiness I found inside of your dark e/c eyes
is out if reach and out of sight I don't know how to cope
but I hold on with a firm grip to a single strand of hope" The male whispers the next lyrics, as you sang.
"How can I hurt anymore than now crying on my floor..." you snapped to the door as the man behind sang so suddenly.
"Its still you I'm still longing for but now my heart is sore," Two voices sang, yours and the man you hoped to be was the man who had left you, unannounced. You immediately ran to his arms as you cried, the emotions running wild as he hugged back. After years of yearning for his comfort, you finally found the lost comfort, that you thought disappeared from existence. His tears formed as he held you near him. The song that both of you shared rings in your ears. His voice and your voice form an emotional duet in his head.
Even though I'm crumbling to pieces, even though I'm shattered on my own
I still think about all of the good times that we had way back when
Even though I'm ill and this disease is of a cure that's still unknown
If theres one thing that I know, I know i'd do it all again
Just to hold you close, you know I'd do it all again
If there's one thing that I know, I know I'd do it all again...
❇
I chose lemon, this cover specifically, because I'd like to think that the lyric of being ill with no cure of the disease is more of a figurative look to the people in our reader's life devoid of pity or sympathy for the middle and lower classes as she was a noble. That is all nyahaha
