Me likes! I want the rest.

Sounds good. Now remember its still being worked on.

Well... the last five places where, false alarms.
We've been tracking a rouge. He had started killing women two years ago.My father was on this case, two years ago when, this started. He was killed by the rouge one year ago. He was found with his throut sliced, and and had been hung by his wrist's with silver wire. But, it wasn't the silver wire that killed him it was him bleeding to death.
I was pulled out of my thought's when, my phone rang. Jumping off the counter top to haed for my cell phone.
Picking up on the thrid ring.
" Tell me my next point." I answered. Garbing a pen and paper.

Still want more?

Sure!

i finally got around to reading all of these and let me just say that they were all fantastic.

redbossfan: i LOVED it. i love dark, i love a story about emotions, and i love the spiritual realm, so yours was perfect for me from the writing to the story i thought it was great.

LastDropFalls: yours reminded me a lot about an anime, but i won't get into that i loved the fact that it wasn't about a guy and a girl in that kind of love. it was a very powerful piece, and very fluent writing by the way

darkqueen59001: your story is very interesting. i definitely want more just a few grammatical errors, but other than that very well done

It's not JUST about a guy and a girl in love. Thank you otherwise.

darkqueen, your sounds interesting, why don't you post the whole of it?

Here's the revised beginning of the story I had posted earlier. There's more to it than the first couple paragraphs this time around. It's still not done but I thought I'd post the progress.



I was staring into the barrel of a custom made .45 cal. He got the drop on me and I wasn’t thinking about my life’s past the pieces that they say you see flashing through your head in your final moments. The only thing I was thinking about was her. She was the only thing going through my head. After this guy finishes what he set out to do I wouldn’t see her again, if there was some sort of life after death a heaven and a hell then lets say that the things I did leading up to this point didn’t exactly grant me the ‘golden ticket’ through heaven’s gates, instead the ticket to hell.
“You got anything left to say before I plug you?”
I didn’t respond to the tired clichéd question he asked me. He cracks a devilish smile; he knows I have nothing to say. He pulls back the hammer. I felt mocked, the click of the hammer acted as the final tick to my clock; saying ‘times up.’ After this it would all be over.

My name is Jackie Caulkins and the life I’ve lived and the person I am is really for the eyesight of whoever happens to be critiquing my life. From my eyes I know how I lived wasn’t really perfect, but hell there’s a lot worse out there than a chump like me. Yeah I didn’t exactly stay on the soft side of the law and the past couple days I’ve been exacting my own wrath that would make God himself blush. Only difference between me and him is I pay for my crimes, he just gets to sit up there and do as he pleases.
But enough of the God talk guy pisses me off anyways. Her; Stephanie Mohr, she’s the kinda girl that no guy deserves and I have no clue what she saw beyond the veil of my flesh and the attitude I gave off but she saw something. A light within me that not even a holy man on crack could find.

Three days ago was when it started. I was called by Stephanie she told me to meet her at the park, something had happened… she was scared.

The Park

“Jackie I didn’t know.
“Didn’t know what?”
“I didn’t know he was watching. He was there when I saw it. I didn’t know.”
“Who was there? What did you see?”
“I saw him kill someone. I didn’t know when I went there. Now he wants me dead.”
“Who wants you dead?”
“I don’t know, just leave I don’t know why I called you here.”
“Who?”
“No one just leave; you’ll make things worse. I know you you’ll get us both killed if you try and get involved. Just leave it alone I can do it myself.”
First she calls me and then tells me she has things under control. Me get us both killed? Whoever that bastard is I’ll find him. She doesn’t need to tell me who he is, I have my resources. I have a friend on the inside. Nothing happens in this city without her knowing about it. She’s not some supreme higher power, just knows her stuff. After seeing Stephanie and hearing her say what she did about how I’d get her killed I lost the warm feeling inside and realized how dark and cold it is out here. I was completely alone and the only thing I had was a cigarette and a gun under my jacket.
When you feel inclined to protect the ones you love you don’t just back down and leave it all behind you in the rearview mirror, you keep in the now and keep it all in front of you. Nothing gets past not without my knowing the room’s small and my gaze is set straight nothing’s getting by me.

Resources

I walked into Her house out of the cold. She never gave out Her name it wasn’t because of disrespect. She had to hold back letting other’s know Her name for her own safety. She knew too much and if anyone gave out her name she’d be found. What she did wasn’t exactly safe and if she had ever been found she’d be dead.
She welcomed me in and sat me down.
“You want something to drink?”
“Sure anything’s fine.”
“You like whiskey?”
“Yeah that’s fine.”
I wasn’t complaining about not having some bourbon or something whiskey itself was fine. She pulled out two glasses and a little bottle of whiskey. She popped the top off and poured her and me a glass. She walked up and handed me the glass and sat down in the chair in front of me. I wasn’t here for small talk I cut right to the chase.
“Stephanie came to me today.”
“And is there something you need to ask or are you just here for the hell of it?” I wasn’t in the mood for sarcasm but I kept things calm and casual.
“I just want to know who it was she told me she saw. I wanna know what she saw and why she doesn’t want me to know who it is.”
“Well as usual you didn’t hear this from me. But it’s some small time gangster; calls himself The Ghost. He’s just coming up but he’s doing it fast. Your girl must have seen him taking someone out for lack of a better term. He has only a few soldiers and a couple higher up guards that stay with him 24/7.”
“The Ghost got it; name like that he shouldn’t be hard to find. Thanks for the drink”
I stood up and walked to the door. She stopped me.
“What do you plan on doing?”
“I’m just making sure he keeps to himself and leaves Stephanie alone.
“I shouldn’t have told you anything, I know why she didn’t want to tell you. You’ll get yourself killed, along with her.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Damn fool; I told you you’re gonna get yourself killed.”
I heard her but I didn’t respond I walked out the door and just kept moving. If anyone’s dying it’s that Ghost guy. I don’t know why he calls himself this but the name he gave himself sounded like something out of a cheap superhero comic book. Like I said though with a name like that finding him would be damn easy.

Walking out of her house and back into the rain and dark the cold out here hit me again. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a smoke. I lit it; nothing was going to be the same after this point. I could still go back but I chose not to. looking back on how things turned out maybe I should have gone back and left things alone, played my hand differently something like that.

Thank you LAstDropFalls, Alev and AmoSLEEP

DMCmaster, I liked the first beginning better - it seemed more to the point. Still, it's really good and has all a crime/noir fiction should have including the smoking lonesome hero. Please continue.

darkqueen, I like yours too, despite a few grammar errors in there. The beginning is certainly very intriguing. Please show us the entire story

haha, yeah i know, that is why i said i liked the fact that it WASN'T the typical love story

Yeah. I know somethings when I type I, go to fast. But, Thanx AmoSLEEP.
And sure I'll give you guys more.

As soon as I wirte some more on.

Well here some more:

When a very masculine vocie flowed over the line. " My, my, my, what's got you're panies in the air?"
Snarling at Jake my bosses right hand man. Ever since I, came to this case he's been trying to get in my pant's. The F***ing idoit didn't get it.
" Give me my next point, and I won't have to make a house call. To tell you the truht it won't be a pertty one. Let's say no more reproducing. NOW, give me the point! I yelled.
" Fine. Gee's know need to snap."
There was a pause, and the sound of papers moving across a desk then,"Yeah okay." mummered in the background.
"Ah. That's where it was. Here we go. You ready sweet cake's?" Jake asked.
Oh.. I let you slip jackass. " Yeah. Been ready fro about..." Looking up at the clock, then back at the blank piece of paper.
"Say five hour's tops." I said.
" Yeah right. Okay, here we go. You know the old bakery on 12th Walnutt st.?"
"Yeah."
" Oaky, so you're not all lost. Well you go left of Walnutt st. and go to the end of the road. When you get to the end to the right sould be an old warehouse. That's you're next point. Now before you say anything there's no if's, and's, or but's about it. Well....the butt's. There could be butt's lot's of...." Closing the phone, I cutt him off.
Turning to my bedroom I, got dressed and loaded up my favorite weapons. Grabbed my cell and headed out the door.

Well whatda ya think?

Keep writing!

Some more:

It was about fuor in the morning when, I got to the warehouse.Before I even got out I could smell it. The smell of death and blood. There was diffientily something here. Smelling that intoxicing smell,had got my blood boling, and my adrenaline pubing. I was ready for a fight, and so was my other half.
Crouching low, and sniffing the cold, damp, air. Hmm... the smell changes when with eacdh step I took. It was more male violinte.
Looking around I found a firescape.
Jumping up, and landing gracefullyon the landing. As I, opened a tiny window. I heard a low howl. Looking up at the roof where the chilling sound had come from. That's when I, saw a shadow move from one side, to the other. Steping back to where my back hit the wall.
Then a thought ran its' way thourgh my mind just then. Never had I, seen something like that thing up on the roof. Cursing myself because sooner or later I'd have to find a way to kill it. Cursing one more time for the hell of it, because I fell though the blasted window behind me.
Sighing a depressing sigh I, got to my feet and dusted my pants off. When I heard a growl come from the darkness, I froze. Truning when the growl came again.
I saw what was not of my kind but, something very different.
As sure as hell, there it was on the warehouse floor snarling warning's at me. That's when I, noticed it was on top of a mutalated body of a woman. Juging by the youth of the skin I'd say she was in her late teen's early twenty's.
Slowly, I lefted my gaze to the thing on top of the poor human woman's body. But, when I, did there was nothing there. The space above her was nothing but, air. The thing just disappered in to thin air.

Continued:

" God damn it!" Sighing in frastration, I walked over to the woman's body to find an I.D to identifie her, or should I say what's left of her.
Digging through the woman's purse I, had made some progress with, her name, age, and address.
She was age twenty, her name Alice Watts, humph should have knowen it was are towns millionaires daughter. Well that's just peachy. Now, I, have to put up with a pissed off millionaire.
Walking away from the body. I pulled my cell out and dialed the ( clean up crew.) C.U.C number told them where they need to ccome, and hung up. What was the human thinking coming to a warehouse at this time of night?
Stoping to think of ever detail. Back to when I, got here. So that when the boss ask's he knows I, didn't kill her myself. I have Zero patiencewhen it comes to human's.

Getting interesting.

Thanx. Now if we could get some more people to say something.

no offense darkqueen, but I personally find it really hard to follow the story if you only post bits and pieces of it that are never longer than a few sentences.

That being said, I would still like to read the entire story.

i agree with redbossfan. i think that you should post it all at once, that would make more sense. it is good and very interesting, but it would be better in one whole post i think

and DMC, i read your second. Very good. the beginning one was more poignant, but the second was definitely nothing to complain about. good writing

Amosleep and redbossfan thank you for the comments. Hmm I've been getting that alot, saying the original beginning is better. Well it's still not the perfect draft yet so next revision perhaps I'll change the beginning around to be more like the original. Still though thank you for the good outlook on my story

I'm hoping to create a graphic novel or two. I don't have any actual pages per se, but here's a small sample of what I'd like to do:


Stray

I prayed. I prayed for the first time in ages. I thought it would be a good idea to sort of...I don't know, reintroduce myself. Not that He forgets things, but...I thought it was a good idea. You know, just in case.

Hi, God. It's Heather. How are you?

I've been in some of the worst-looking, foul-smelling places in this nation. I have to say this restroom is pretty crappy even by those standards, no pun intended. Even though this is a Wal-Mart, it's an older one whose business isn't the greatest. There's only room for one toilet and one sink, and whoever has cleaning duty obviously doesn't give a rip. Granted, I've seen more colorful graffiti elsewhere, but I expect to see that in the bigger cities, not in a spitwad of a town like this.

Sorry it's been a while...

I was still a little dizzy as I got off the toilet and pulled up my jeans. The pain was gone, but my face still tingled. Before I flushed, I started hearing them outside the door. They were whispering, but I could hear them as plain as day.

"Oh my gawd! Did you see her face?"
"What?"
"Shh! That girl that just went in there! I'm telling you, she looked bad. Like someone took a bat to her head!"

It was a hockey stick, actually, but good guess.

"Wow, really? Should we call the cops?"
"Are you insane? I'm not getting involved! Besides, she probably wouldn't let us."
"Wait, why not?"
"Oh, puh-leeze! You know how those women are! They go home to their boyfriends no matter how beat-up they get!"

I started washing my hands to drown them out. At least they thought I was the victim this time. I'd heard far ruder comments. The distraction of trying to get the blood out from under my fingernails was enough. And anyway, I wasn't done praying. If anyone was being rude, it was me.

Like I was saying, God, sorry it's been awhile, but I've been kinda busy...

I splashed the cold water on my face, tucking my hair behind my ears. It felt good, and the tingling grew stronger. I could finally see out of my right eye. I stared at myself in the mirror and watched the bruise melt slowly like a big purple ice cube. Dammit, my jacket was ruined. Even if I could patch the sleeve, those stains weren't going anywhere.
I gripped the sink in anger. I saw my eyes flash aqua, my reflection shimmering like the hot sun on asphalt. There was a pinging sound as my nails were suddenly clicking against the sink.
I took a slow breath, forcing my heart to slow down. It can't happen here. Not now. Control. Control.

I've been real busy, like I said...but You know all about that, don't you?

My face throbbed like an old vibrator, but the curse, or the magic, or whatever it was, was done. My eye was healed. My teeth were intact once again. My scalp and hair looked just as it did before the fight. The only evidence that I was involved with a mugging was my jacket and shirt, and the bloodstains that painted the front of them. I quickly changed my shirt, tucking the old one and the jacket into my backpack. Someone pounded on the door. I was taking too long.

"Seriously, you probably don't wanna go in there," someone said.
"Why, is the crapper plugged up, or something?" someone else responded.
"No, but-"

I opened the door, looking right at the two girls who had whispered earlier. Just as I thought, they were the two cashiers I had passed by while running in here in the first place. I then looked at the woman waiting to use the restroom. I smiled sweetly.
"Sorry about that," I said, "I think it was the sushi I ate last night."
I walked away quickly, trying not to laugh. Judging her expression, she thought I was serious. In walking away, I was actually walking toward the two cashiers. One was frowning, but the other one's mouth hung open. Not hard to guess who said what.

I snickered as I heard Frown whisper, "You're such a liar. She looks fine!"
"I'm telling you, that was her! She had a black eye and blood on her clothes! Look, she's got the same backpack!"
"You're so addicted to your soaps, I think you're seeing things!"

I ignored the bickering and searched for a jean jacket. It was warmer, so it would be hard to find one. Luckily, they kept their clearance items up for a long time. I managed to find a similar style in the Men's Department. It was too big, but I needed the thicker material anyway on the nights I had to sleep outside. I thought about stealing it, as it was obvious this store couldn't afford a loss prevention agent, but I decided to have a little fun. Besides, I had just prayed to God again. It would be kinda rude to break one of His commandments immediately afterwards, you know?
I went to the Mouth cashier to pay for it. I let her get a good look at my face. It was a risk, but this kid probably didn't watch America's Most Wanted. As she fumbled ringing it up, I turned to Frown and chatted about the weather. Her smug expression vanished as she suddenly became all too pleasant. I didn't mind one bit. I've held similar crummy jobs. I know the rules. Be nice, the customer is always right, blah blah. I'm telling you, as the first line of defense for a store or product, anyone in retail or customer service ought to be paid what they're really worth. You try working overtime during the Christmas season with screaming kids with snot hanging from their noses and screaming customers who can't read the sign in front of their face regarding returns, and see how many bingo balls are still floating in your tank, okay?
Mouth's smile was frozen plastic on her face. Her "Have a nice day," sounded like it had been forced out from under a rock. Her eyes told a different story. They were confused at first, but I admired her conviction. She knew what she saw. She was sure of it, but she couldn't explain it. The confusion faded away, replaced by frustration, and a little fear. I stared at her, slowly tucking my hair back on the right side of my face. It was petty, but for some reason I wanted her to know. I wanted her to know, and I want her to see that I know she knows. I was about to leave when a tabloid caught my eye. It showed not Batboy or predictions about the end of the world, but it did have a fairly good drawing of a fox standing on two legs wearing a short, black, leather trench.
Kit Inari. The man I've been chasing for 2 years. My father's murderer, and the only one who could tell me what was happening to me.
My vision swam again and the dizziness returned. I grabbed the tabloid and shoved a five on the counter.
"Keep the change," I snarled, racing out as fast as I could. I didn't wait to hear their reactions. I threw on the jacket, leaving the tags in the parking lot, and rode down the road for a good 5 miles, the tabloid still gripped in my hand. I pulled into a rest stop and was reading before the old Harley's engine quit.
Kit seemed to be a new urban legend, first appearing as "The Beast of Bray Road" in Wisconsin, my home state. No one knew he had posed as a new student from England, garnering praise from the science department and most of the girls in my class alike. He was of Asian decent, so he didn't look English, but he had the gorgeous accent, all right. He played the mysterious, aloof character to the hilt, but it was all a lie. I could taste it when he kissed me. I don't know if it was my own intuition, or the beast's who told me, but when I slapped him, his entire demeanor changed. Pain mixed with a sort of relief flooded his face for an instant before I clearly saw his eyes flash green with rage.
"Finally, one with spirit!" he snarled, slowly licking the blood from his split lip. "Too bad it won't do shit for you."
I couldn't help staring at the blood. She craves it, and somehow, he knew. That should have been my first clue, but it was all so new to me, that I just didn't understand.
I watched his lip close. It just closed by itself, leaving no trace of a scar. He watched the shock lead to realization on my face. He leered at me, clearly enjoying my terror.
"I thought you'd be a waste of time," he muttered almost to himself, "but now I know you will be fun."
"What?" I sputtered at last, confused.
He smiled dreamily at me, then made a formal sweeping bow.
"Welcome to the game, my dear," he said, "I wonder which side you'll choose?"
He stood closer, making sure I was watching. He raised a hand in the air.
He seemed to shimmer for a moment, his reddened hair standing on end as though he was receiving an electric shock. A glowing aura surrounded him, and the air...no, the space surrounding him seemed to expand like a breath. A split second later, he and the space imploded with an audible pop, and he vanished into thin air.
I saw him in class the next day, grinning at me like nothing had happened.
I've had two years to curse myself for not seeing it sooner, but how could I have known? I had just discovered that I had been turning into a smilodon for the past 10 months or so. Sorry, a what? A sabretoothed tiger, although she really doesn't look much like a tiger if you ask me.
Kit turned out to be a five foot fox, and I don't mean that as a compliment, ha ha. He killed my father. Granted, my father wasn't the greatest. Hell, he beat me if he drank to much and tended to confuse me with my dead mom. But he was all I had, and at the time he was killed, he was finally, finally getting the help we needed.
Kit stole all of that, and vanished just like he did the first time. I've been tracking him ever since. I made it my mission, though I can barely make myself say it. I have to kill him.
Now you know why God and I haven't been on speaking terms lately. He doesn't take to murder kindly. You might call it justice. I can't decide between that and revenge.
After reading the article, and seeing it originated in a town not far away, I jammed on my helmet and rode off.
God, please let me catch him this time...and forgive me if I do.

Me likes!!!!

Wow TA, this is great. The beginning drew me into the story immediately and I would love to read on. I like your character description. She makes me think of Nicki/Jessica from Heroes. I could almost see her. Good choice of words, well build plot. *claps*

I have to agree.

Edit: And my entry for a contest at DA.

King of Fools

Here we are again, right where we started. Same place, same time, even our clothes are the same. We sit at the opposite ends of the same table, drinking the same drinks we did then, but we look at each other differently. It’s been a while, what changed?
Remember our first talk? I told you I don’t feel confident to give this a go because I wasn’t what you needed. I was worried you fell for the peel and you wouldn’t like the inside at all. You told me it’s okay and kissed me. I still feel the same way, but this time you won’t kiss my worries away. I’m sorry I cannot ignore how I feel and be what you want me to be. I’m sorry for all the arguments we had in the past.
I’m sorry for some of the things I said to you, I’m sorry for all the lies you fed me. Seems that what I feel is the only truth and so I try to get by on my naïve hope that all will be okay. I don’t want a fairytale gone bad.
But what do you want? I’ve been told what I give out will be what I’ll receive, then why are you so cold when I touch you? You told me to leave my childish naivety behind and grow up, but you never showed me how. Tell me, if I still believe that we can be, will you crucify me for it?
Are you strong enough to hold us up if my naivety is what’s dragging us so close to shattering the frail connection between us? Would you resurrect what we had to do it? Would you start all over again and this time build us so that we could withstand everything? If I told you I am the queen of fools, would you wear the crown and be my king of fools?
Be naïve with me. Believe that we can be. Crucify yourself with me. Wear the crown. Be the king of fools.

Yet another brilliant work from my favorite writer.

Very cool LastDropFalls. I love the atmosphere and I really like how you worked the song lyrics into that piece. You are a really good writer.

Not bad, TA, especially the beginning is something I like. Loses some of it's feel when we leave Wal-Mart if you ask me, but not a lot, and I'm not even sure you should ask me

Aw guys. Don't make me blush here.
Thank you very much. *hugs*

I do love how writing makes me frustrated

Fly

Fly.

It’s the only thought in my mind that can push through the tears and the pain: Spreading my wings and just flying away. How easy it would be to escape this darkness around me if I could just fly to the heavens –up, up to the clouds and beyond, from the storm and the rain to the quiet, calming light of the stars. Back to home, back to the sweet, blissful peace of my never ending sleep.

Fly.

My feet are not used to running, at least not on the cold, dead concrete. It is as if the street itself is trying to help them, grabbing my feet, sinking icy teeth in my soles to slow me, to pull me down. My grace has gone -I stumble forward in panic like a deer hit by a car. If I could just spread my wings and fly…

Fly.

They scream me to stop, to give in. I can’t escape –I know it, and so do they. The pain gives me strength, but it’s not enough. I am a stranger here, in their world, lost in their chaos. The lights that guide them to my shadow only confuse me and lead me astray. I no longer know where home is, but I'm quite sure this is the wrong way. But there's no one else I can go. There’s no way I can run where they wouldn’t find me. Without my wings I can only run, and with every step my end is catching up.

Fly.

I never thought this would be my end -hunted down and defeated in a foreign world, cornered with doom and submittance. I certainly didn't expect to spend my eternity as a pet -To live as a caged bird, its sky stolen from it, its wings broken so it can't escape. Life for freedom.

What they fail to understand, why they failed in their hunt, is that for me freedom is life. Freedom to fly, even with broken wings.

Well something short.


All of us have are little probelms, and insecurities. I'm no different. Back in high school when I used to feel insecure about something, I would console myself with two thoughts: I'm pretty, and my parents love me. Between those two, I could survive anything.

I love yours darknes_of_heart. Great images, good choice of words.

darkqueen, yours is short and sweet.


Lately, I only write songfictions. here's another one I finished back in June. with thanks to the Poets for the inspiration.
Please write some feedback, even if you don't like the story.


Dawn

There are no tears left to cry any more. She just wishes he’d stop talking and look at her.
There are no words left to say any more. He just wishes she’d stop crying and look at him.

Together they have been on this road from the beginning. He will not leave her now.
Together they have built a life with each other. She will not give up on him now.

When darkness is no less than everything you've built become undone
There's no fight and no flight, disaster leaves your passion overrun

She has never been afraid of the dark or scared to fight the demons lurking there. She always knew he was by her side to fight with her.
He has never been in doubt of his strengths or afraid to show his weaknesses. He always knew she was by his side to guide him.

Tonight he is without guidance. No path ahead that he can follow. No security. Lost.
Tonight she is without hope. No fight left to fight. No rules. Nowhere to run. Free-falling.

It's time to let go, it's time to carry on with the show
don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn

She realizes he has stopped talking and looks up. The fear shows clearly in his eyes, but his expression is composed. The quiet before the storm.
He realizes she has stopped crying and looks at her. The hurt is etched into her beautiful face. She cannot deny what she feels.

Tomorrow, he will have too face his fears. The night of careless lust has caught up with him. The security of their love is forever gone, his moment of weakness could end in death.
Tomorrow, she will have to hide her hurt. The hole his betrayal has ripped into her heart will mend slowly. The innocence of their love is forever gone, her ability to adapt may not be enough.

n' I will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide

There is no way she can act as if nothing has happened. There is no way she can just walk and leave him with his guilt. He means too much to her.
There is no way he can hold on to his hopes. There is no way he can just let go and break down in front of her. She means too much to him.

Together they will have to find a road leading out of this mess. He is unable to go there alone.
Together they will have to rebuild their lives. She cannot pick up the pieces alone.

Remembrance, can be a sentence, but it comes to you with a second chance in tow
Don't lose it, don't refuse it, cos you cannot learn a thing you think you know

She had picked up the phone unknowingly. The sound of the dropping receiver had woken him. Her silent scream unheard.
He had asked for the truth unwittingly. The grave voice on the line speaking of suffering till the end. The realization hit home within seconds.

Tonight he needs to remember everything he did. Talk about everything he wanted to forget. It is his only chance to make her understand.
Tonight she can finally find out what has happened. Accounts of the time she did not want to think about. It is her responsibility to make a choice.

A new light is warm, shining down on you after the storm
Don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn

She looks at the rising sun. Her tears have dried and she is ready to face the new day. Slowly she walks over and takes his hand.
He looks at her face in the light of the waking morning. A new determination arises in his heart. As she walks over and takes his hand he knows not all is lost.

Today last night’s darkness is but a shadow looming over them. He will refuse to give in to its seduction.
Today last night’s scars are healing slowly. She will refuse to tear them open again.

n' I will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide

There is only one thing left to do now. She gently kisses his cheek before she turns and gets dressed in black.
There is only one place left to go now. He looks at his face before he slowly picks up his razor and shaves.

Together they are standing by the side of the grave to say good-bye. His sad eyes betray the faint hope in his heart.
Together they are walking back to their car. Her careful smile tells him all he needs to know.

Touching. I like it, I like how you kept shifting the point of view, so to say.