Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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To Reminisce Won't
Bring You Back (One
By Lillith Thursday
It's hard to write a letter to someone who won't even be
able to read it. It feels like a lifetime since I last heard the soft words of 'I love you' spoken
to me. Now that you're gone, I'll never hear those words again. And I also never plan on hearing or
speaking it to another human being for as long as I live. I swore to you that I would never love
another and I meant every word.
It had been raining for hours that day. We never realized how important that storm warning was until
it was too late. My mind is etched with the memory of you and your graceful image. As much as I'd
like to forget, I can't erase that ghastly memory from my mind, damned forever in my psyche and I,
still to this day, will never forgive myself.
The clouds had filled with rain, turning them a dark gray with water. We had been inside, snuggled
together under our thick bed comforter as we watched an independent romance movie, one whose name
escapes me still as of now.
It wasn't long before we both heard the loud boom of the thunder, sounding like a bowling alley
strike right outside our second story window. We both jumped at the noise, our attention still
somehow focused on the screen as the picture suddenly flickered and then it was gone. The power went
out. Thinking it was rather peculiar, I rose from my comfy spot beside you and raced over to the
closet, flinging the door open and scrambling to find the radio we stored for emergencies. We lived
in a small town and nothing ever happened like this in my twenty odd years, and frankly, that scared
There was a strange panicked look on your face as you called my name. As I turned my head back
around to face you, I caught a glimpse of that beautiful face of yours, plagued with worry. You said
you'd never seen me look so deranged before you calmly got out of bed and came to me, clasping onto
my shoulders from behind as I got to my knees to continue searching.
I couldn't see you at that moment but I knew you were still worried. I remember sighing and telling
you that I had a strange feeling something bad was going to happen. You hugged me around the waist
and rested your head the best you could on my shoulder blade. After a couple of minutes, I found the
object I was looking for; a small, red radio that was battery operated.
Flicking it on, and praying that it worked, we listened as the newscaster remained calm as he spoke.
A tornado warning, we were told, had been made an hour ago and that we were dead in the middle of
it. At that point in time, I looked to you, a now even more worried look on your face once again. I
hugged you as we listened further.
The man on the radio informed us of how deadly this twister would be if it hit down close to any
home and just for safety precautions, that all residents in the area should take shelter in their
basements and if a basement wasn't available, a bathroom would be the safest bet.
Without hesitation, I shut the radio off and stood. I lent my hand to you, lifting your lithe frame
from the floor and pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss I never knew would be our last until the moment
you left me.
We made our way slowly to our master bathroom and huddled together on the floor next to the tub. I
held you close as I whispered that everything would be alright as long as we had each other. Before
I knew it, your body seemed a little limper than before. I moved gently away from you to find you
asleep in my arms, something you always did when it rained.
I smiled to myself, always loving the warm feeling you brought to my body when you were this close.
It wasn't long before I felt my own eyes beginning to droop from the atmosphere around us.
It couldn't have been more than an hour when I was woken to the loud rumbling that sounded as if a
train were derailing from the tracks and still barrelling towards where we were sitting. I woke you
by a panicked nudge. You stirred a little before I shook you gently to which you responded by
opening your eyes, eyes that rose in fear as soon as the noise hit your ears.
You grasped me tight as something small hit the bathroom window with a loud thud. Cautiously, I rose
from my spot beside you on the floor, despite your failed attempt at trying to pull me back down to
you and looked through the clear glass.
The charcoal, swirling mass of air and debris, approximately half a mile away, was charging fast
towards our home, our sanctuary to which we shared three years of our life. It was about to get hit
and we had no idea how much havoc it was about to do on the wood and paint.
I quickly got back into my position beside you and held you tight against my chest, the fear in my
momements signaling we were in the eye of the storm. You started to cry. I felt the wetness of your
tears soaking through my shirt as I held you against me. Your arms were shaking, though very much
still clinging to my torso.
My heart started racing faster as the roaring of the tornado approached. I screamed for you to hold
me tighter than you had ever thought possible. That's when the glass from the window shattered and
the air burst through the room. We both shook in fear as the storm got louder.
Just then, both you and I heard a loud cracking sound, knowing that wasn't a good sign at all. I
looked up to the source of the noise. To my own, stricken astonishment, the roof was splitting above
us. My heart stopped beating in my chest when I realized my worse fear was becoming a reality.
All sound proceeded to die away to where it seemed as if I were deaf. I couldn't hear your tortured
screams but I sure as Hell saw them. My sense kicked back in within seconds as the spliting of the
roof got bigger and finally broke off all together.
My legs instinctively grasped themselves around the base of the toilet, praying to the Heavens that
the bolts attached to the base would hold.
Before I had time to react to anything else, the forceful wind lifted you from me. My legs held
tight as your whole body jerked up, causing your hands to slip from my waist and up to my hands.
I'll never forget that horrible, panicked look on your face when you screamed for me not to let go.
I forced my eyes shut, gritted my teeth, and held tight as wind and debris flung past us.
As I opened my eyes again to look at you, I felt the heat of our palms grow slick with sweat. I
screamed to myself, willing all the strength I had to not let go. And then it happened. Your hands
slowly began to slip from mine. You mouthed the words 'I love you', desperately trying to hold on
but Mother Nature wouldn't allow it.
Your sweaty fingers slid away from mine and I watched in horror as your nimble body jetted out of my
hands and out through the roof.
I was torn. Either I let myself go and go sailing out with you or I save my own life. I selfishly
chose the latter of the two. I couldn't seem to break myself free from my grip around the toilet. I
just held on until the storm passed.
After watching most of our home get destroyed, I shakingly got the nerve to get up and explore all
the damage. Everything downstairs was fine as far as I could tell but I slowly made my way outside,
hoping that you'd be there at the doorstep and dusting yourself off with very minor cuts and
bruises. I opened the door and you weren't there like I wished. Instead, all I saw was mangled
patches of earth everywhere with bits and pieces of metal thrown in as well.
I stepped out a few feet, still hoping to see your shining face come around the corner with a smile
lit upon your features. I was wrong yet again. There in the corner of my eye to the right, lay a
rather large chunk of shingles and wood covered with midnight blue paint. It was the top of our
My eyes filled with tears, fearing the tornado took you miles down the road as I approached the
twisted wreckage. Upon further inspection, I glanced over the wood pile and saw a touch of a light
peach color. Sprinting over, I saw that it was a leg covered in your pajama bottoms. Without
hesitation, I lifted the wreck from your body to reveal splotches of blood. I expected to hear you
cough but you emitted no sound what-so-ever.
I dropped to my knees, brushing my fingers across your cheek for any kind of reaction. The reaction
I got was your head falling to the opposite side. My mind went back to our last moment together. The
moment your hand slipped from mine, my life as I knew it had ended. I just didn't realize it until
I scooped you up in my arms, trembling like a lost soul and that's what I was now. A lost soul. Your
head rolled against my chest as I leaned over and kissed your lips one last time though you'd never
be able to feel it ever again...
It's been six years now and I still feel the same love for you that I did back then. Sometimes I
have dreams about you, other times I have nightmares. Most of those horrid dreams are of the look on
your face the moment you left me. I should have went with you. I should have let my legs free but I
didn't. I just let you die and I can never forgive myself. I've heard of spirits or angels, whoever
they may be, can still understand things on the earthly plane. I'm sitting here right now at your
gravestone writing this letter so you know that I didn't mean for our hands to slip and I'm sorry
for letting you go though in my heart, I swore I wouldn't. I love you for eternity and always will.
Nothing can ever change that. I just ask that you forgive me.
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