She walked the halls. She heard a soft piano playing a melodic tune that carried her away into it's verse. She walked pass his door; a door that she had been very familiar with.

I'm so tired of being here.

She hated having to pass it every morning of every day. It opened the wounds that she wanted closed. It pushed her down a trail of memories that she didn't want to go down.

Suppressed by all of my childish fears.

The road that took her into a place where she was once happy. But she was afraid there. She knew that she couldn't live within her own stupid memories. That no matter how hard she tried, she would have to come back to a world of living without him.

And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave.

He would always be with her in that sense. But he was never really there. She couldn't hold him, couldn't touch him.

Cause your presence still lingers here.

Every room in the house, she was reminded of that. Every chair, every thread, every piece of everything. His ghost was living in her world.

And it won't leave me alone.

Yes, every morning those old wounds bled. Every minute of every hour of every day they seeped the betrayal and tenderness that was her recollection of their love. But it was a false memory. If she had asked the people around her, they would have told her how fast they had fallen, how quickly they had leapt. How beautiful their romance was. Everyday she died a little.

These wounds won't seem to heal.

She felt the same horrid agony of loosing him. It was worse that day.

This pain is just to real.

Even if he did return from whatever quest he was on, it wouldn't be the same. How could he ever know how much she had died for his sake. How much she'd worried about him? Words alone couldn't express that. It would have to take a first hand miracle.

There's just to much that time cannot erase.

She let herself get sucked into the tune of the soft plunking of keys for a moment.

She remembered how they'd laughed together. Cried together. Mourned together. Loved together.

When you'd cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears.

She recalled the way that they had killed whatever demons that the other faced. On missions or merely at home.

When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears.

She remembered the way that he had felt in her arms. How it felt to be in his. To be his cane of support.

And I've held your hand through all of these years.

It somehow irked her that she still loved him after what he had put her through. The sweet sorrow that she had come to live with everyday.

You still have all of me.

She stopped at his door. Just as she had on the first anniversary; and as she would do for years to come. His room was filled with the bright light of the New York dawn. The way the sun cast onto the furniture that now gathered dust reminded her of him. The way that he acted during the beginning of their relationship.

You used to captivate me, by your resonating light.

She sat on the bed that was crisp with starch that had never been mused in. She laid her head on the pillow that smelled of his old shampoo. This what kept her fighting. The thing that made her carry on the way that she did.

Now I'm bound by the life that you've left behind.

She glanced over at the picture that he kept by his bedside. It was of her in his arms, at a lavish party, She remembered the high that she had from that night. The night when she let herself be in love with him.

Your face it holds my once pleasant dreams.

She could still hear his voice call out to her that he loved her. The one thing that she needed to let go in life. She knew that she would die for him if he'd let her.

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.

"Stop it." She walked out of the room. She wouldn't-no couldn't let herself do this anymore. For too long she had let herself play a victim to his betrayal. He left. But she could still do great things. They would ...they would just need to be without him. She had to move on.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around. She half expected to see him there, but it was one of the girls in the house. They asked if she was alright.

But though you're still with me.

She nodded and let her walk away. She made the choice to never let anyone close to her again. It was better that way. Despite the fact that she was well liked within the place, she was to easily hurt. If she didn't let anyone in the way she had let him, she would be fine. Safe.

I've been alone all along.

But she could have just one last moment to relish in his memory. She'd let herself do that. She pressed her back to the door of the room where the piano's remedy surrounded her.

She remembered the day that he'd found out about the man who'd been killing off their friends. How she had held him in her arms for her sake as much as his. How strong she had been.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.

She remembered the way that they fought together, side by side, to defeat that evil. How she had to be the one to start the battle. And he, the one who had to finish it.

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.

She let herself think for a moment that he was standing there with her. Help her through it all. Telling her to move on; saying that she deserved a chance for happiness. She imagined him holding her hand for a few minutes. Then he gave her a final squeeze.

I've held your hand through all of these years.

She broke down when he let go. She couldn't do it. It was too hard for her to live without him. She had known it all along, but still, she had hoped to get rid of her pain once and for all. The salty tears rolled down her cheek and rested on the small rivet where her lips met. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, she'd have to love him forever. She would never let herself give up on him. Because she had to be that strong again. For herself and for him.

You still have...

She opened the door and asked the pianist to let her watch. She needed it desperately. The boy who sat behind that instrument moved on to another, more complicated piece than the one that had cast it's spell on her. The one that had tried to mold her into the strong, independent woman that she once was. The melody that had failed to take away what kept her going. Her hope that he'd come back. And the pain from her love. There was no way around it. No matter what people tried...She'd always love him. Forever. "Till death do us part." She whispered out loud to herself. And then let a small smile grace her lips.

She turned her now diverted attention to the music that was pouring from the boy's fingertips. But not before saying "I love you," to the essence of the man that once sat in the same spot as the young boy. To the man who'd played her the magical tune that had brought her to her current seat. She couldn't forget him while she still lived there. And she never would.

All of me.

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Whatevah can I say? (For those who don't know, yes I do have a Mississippi accent. No joke. So I might break out into (almost wrote inta) full on hick-jibberish every now and agin) I was really bored one day, had read a lot of fics, and decided to do one of my own. Probably not very good by y'all's standards, but I think that you'll live.