The Counting Crows Series
And so the seasons swung by in their celestial habitat...dark mattes of blue and gray encompassing.
She could not really manage well without him. It wasn't something he took to advantage, but how nice it was. To not be alone, and have a true companion.
Still, as she smoothed the dark black of her sundress, counting blossoms printed here and there in her hand. She understood that being alone was a terrible price to pay for anyone living in this world.
She entered through an unlocked front door. Fur coat found it's home on a rack made of antlers.
He stood at the head of the table; his ruddy face illuminated by the glow of two candles. The awkwardness between them had melted away over time.
So, Tylene had not returned to her embrace. But most of the feeling she'd had for the woman was dead or dying.
How had this happened? William's replacing Tylene within Stephanie's heart? Stephanie herself didn't know or understand.
All my friends got flowers in their eyes
but I got none this season
All of last year's blooms have gone and died
Time doesn't give a reason
It was an enigma in William's mind; why and how they had bound themselves together in the hells of Los Angeles. But here they were, a whole year later, with his scarred face.
The one thing she never took note of.
He had spent his time on charitable causes; the better to assuage his guilt. And he could actually feel it slip away, as though he could pay the wages of his guilt with good deeds.
That just may be the way the universe truly worked.
It didn't make sense, then, for him to be blessed with Stephanie's company. But as she laughed at his joshing, and he smiled to her anecdotes, the realization that he, himself may be a blessing to her remained a notion only to be toyed with.
Not believed as the reality it was.
Hey baby do you ask yourself
sometimes what you need to be forgiven
Everything that you ever done wrong
is the reason that I'm driven
straight to you
Wanting to tell you
how I get me ends and my beginnings
mixed up, too
just the way you do
"Do you like music?" He asked her, as they cleared away the rest of dinner (braised beef; he remembered), all the while knowing that there hasn't been an individual born yet who hates it.
She smiled, staining the rim of his wineglass with wine-dark lipstick, "I brought some classical," she reached into her clutch evening bad and withdrew some slim-lined CD cases. "Try the fifth one," she encouraged. He took the cases from her, opened up the jewel case and withdrew the shiny, slim disc. It slipped easily into the CD changer.
He abandoned the dishes and arrived to lift her from the chair as the early strains of "Fur Elise" whispered through his home.
I thought if I told you
you might want to help me to remain with you
I just wanna stay for a little while
I wanna stay a little while
In his living room, they sat together, comfortably looped. And he wanted to ask her about her parents, her job, her brother. But none of these things seemed to fit into the world they'd made together.
Just as reality itself didn't seem to.
So he pressed down the words that yearned for an escape from his mouth. Instead, he kissed her upon her sleeping cheek, allowing melody to carry him away, to another world where the smallest of impossibilities no longer existed to block the way.