Walking Through December
Title: Walking Through December
Fandom: Mcfly
Pairing: Whatever you want, there are no names mentioned. (But it was written as PoynterJudd)
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,540
Summary: He always figured that death was the end, and dreaded it more than anything. But perhaps he was wrong, and maybe heaven did exist, after all.
Everything is silent. I could hear no sounds apart from the crunch of snow beneath my feet, and my breathing.
There are flowers peeping through the snow. I have no idea what they are, or what could possibly grow in this place that goes on forever when there is nothing else around, except for the occasional tree dotting the horizon. Other than that there is simply the snow, the flowers, and me - the cold winter sun beating down on me, but having hardly any effect at all.
I have no idea where I am, or what this place is, despite its ethereal beauty.
My breath materialises in front of me, but though I only wear a T-shirt, thin jacket and the usual low slung jeans, without a coat, I am not cold.
Everything here is immaculate, perfect, but inanimate. There is no wind at all, not the slightest stirring of a breeze. Everything might as well be made of stone.
I walk on. The snow crunches still, my footprints leading back the way I came, out of place, the only thing scarring the flawless winter landscape.
I have no idea where I am going, or what I am leaving behind me.
Above my head the sky grows dark. The sun fades beneath the horizon to be replaced by the romantic moon, large than I have ever seen it.
I wish I had someone to share this sight with, and suddenly a soft hand slips into mine. You’re there next to me, smiling softly, not looking at me, but watching the moon. Like everything else in this place you look perfect, immaculate, flawless - the best you have ever been - but there is a warmth in your grip that reminds me you are not quite like the rest of this place.
I know you have been here all this time, just out of sight, wanting to approach, but feeling unable to, waiting for me to call for you. There is nowhere to hide, at least not physically, but I know you don’t need that. I know you have ways of lingering in the shadows when there are none, of passing by just inches away yet remaining undetected, of moving swiftly from one reality to the next, and of watching without eyes.
I know these things, and more, are possible here.
I know where we are now.
I know, because you’re here.
So we couldn’t be any place else.
I know that here there are no rules, no regulations, except those which we make up ourselves.
I wonder vaguely how long we’re been apart now. I wonder if time works differently here to how it did there. I wonder how long you have been waiting for me, because I’m sure you have.
All this time I was back there, dreaming of the past, and dreaming of you, and I’m sure now that all that time you were here, waiting, your belief never faltering, knowing that eventually I would join you once again.
While I was scared of living my life without you I’m sure that your belief that we would end up together was never faltering, just like it ways was.
We were yin and yang over that matter.
You believed we would be together forever.
Forever sceptical, I held no such belief.
I believe you now.
I turn to look at you and you meet my gaze, still smiling, your hand tightening its grip on mine, but still you don’t say anything.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I hear the words, clear as day, buy you haven’t uttered a word. They’re just in my head. Does that mean you are, too?
You’re still smiling at me, and then I realise that it was your thought, not mine, somehow making it’s way inside my head.
‘Yes,’ I want to reply, ’It is,’ but I don’t know if you can hear me.
“Yes, I can hear you. I can always hear you.”
I realise there is extra meaning in those words - that you are saying you heard me all those times I said ‘I love you’ after you’d gone, trying so hard to believe you were right, and that you were still with me in some way.
I begin walking again, but this time you’re with me, always there. I don’t know where we’re going, or if we’re going anywhere at all.
All I know is that we are in the most perfect place, back where we always dreamt of.
Back in the past.
This place is a regurgitation of the night we first said I love you, and I’m remembering everything about it that struck me as romantic, as special, and it is here - stretching on into forever. Doubtlessly you see it differently to me, but that is the magic here - we are not shivering like we were that night, and we are not surrounded by people… it can be whatever we want it to be.
I know it is everything I want it to be.
I know that the instant I will it I will not be here anymore, we will not be here anymore. In the blink of an eye we could be off in some other memory, some other time, or some place we only ever dreamt of.
I know not even if you are really you, or if you have just been created here because I will it, but I know which I believe.
We always said life never got any better than this night, and if I ended up here I know you did too.
A night in our prime. I was twenty, you were eighteen. We were young, carefree, and having the time of our lives, in every possible way.
On this night, near Christmas, outside in the snow, it suddenly got so much better.
Young and in love.
There is no better way to be.
And so we will remain, forever walking through that December night, perhaps even making love in the snow, always remembering and reliving the happiness for all eternity, if we will it.
You stop and turn to face me, so I am looking down at you, deep into your eyes, just as I was then.
Reaching up to stroke a wayward piece of hair from your face I wonder if you wish to re-enact it word for word.
I probably wouldn’t object.
It is so long since I’ve said it to your face, after all.
The words you say, however, are not the same as they were then.
“See,” you say, out loud this time, “I was right.” Yeah, that’s different too; you’re far cockier than you were then. You were far more unsure than I was back then, but now you’ve been in this place longer; you’re the leader here. “There was no reason to say goodbye -“ you continue.
“Because true love never dies, “ I finish for you.
You grin, and I pull you closer, enveloping you in the first hug for so long, knowing there’s a song you’re going to sing to me now. I’m not disappointed.
It is a song that was our secret song, unbelievably cheesy; far too soppy to ever let anyone else hear us mention, long let sing.
But the two of us have, in private, hear it so many times over the years that we could probably regurgitate it backwards.
I used to interrupt you, embarrassed, not only be you singing such a song, but most especially singing it to me.
But I loved it really.
Now I let you sing as much as you like, wondering if in this place as you see it there are other people that can see us, can hear you.
As you sing the snow continues to glow in the moonlight, our footsteps melting away.
There is music, coming from nowhere, backing your singing.
Above our heads, the moon splits apart, bursting in a sudden explosion into a string of white lights, hanging in the sky like tears, twinkling, beckoning us to come and explore what they have to offer.
So, like children, we do, you pulling me along, eager to show me what you have already discovered in this place, that song still ringing in my ears.
We can do here, revisit more of our past, explore each others childhoods, check up on other loved ones both living and dead.
Here is happiness, Here is love, here is perfection.
Here is heaven.
~*~
You’re my piece of mind, in this crazy world,
You’re everything I’ve tried to find, your love is a pearl.
You’re my Mona Lisa, you’re my rainbow skies,
And my only prayer is that you realise,
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.
The world will turn, and the seasons will change,
And all the lessons we will learn will be beautiful and strange.
We’ll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs,
My only prayer is that you realise,
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.
Where there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles,
When the time comes to embrace for one long last while,
We can laugh about how time really flies,
We won’t say goodbye, ‘cause true love never dies,
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.
Fandom: Mcfly
Pairing: Whatever you want, there are no names mentioned. (But it was written as PoynterJudd)
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,540
Summary: He always figured that death was the end, and dreaded it more than anything. But perhaps he was wrong, and maybe heaven did exist, after all.
Everything is silent. I could hear no sounds apart from the crunch of snow beneath my feet, and my breathing.
There are flowers peeping through the snow. I have no idea what they are, or what could possibly grow in this place that goes on forever when there is nothing else around, except for the occasional tree dotting the horizon. Other than that there is simply the snow, the flowers, and me - the cold winter sun beating down on me, but having hardly any effect at all.
I have no idea where I am, or what this place is, despite its ethereal beauty.
My breath materialises in front of me, but though I only wear a T-shirt, thin jacket and the usual low slung jeans, without a coat, I am not cold.
Everything here is immaculate, perfect, but inanimate. There is no wind at all, not the slightest stirring of a breeze. Everything might as well be made of stone.
I walk on. The snow crunches still, my footprints leading back the way I came, out of place, the only thing scarring the flawless winter landscape.
I have no idea where I am going, or what I am leaving behind me.
Above my head the sky grows dark. The sun fades beneath the horizon to be replaced by the romantic moon, large than I have ever seen it.
I wish I had someone to share this sight with, and suddenly a soft hand slips into mine. You’re there next to me, smiling softly, not looking at me, but watching the moon. Like everything else in this place you look perfect, immaculate, flawless - the best you have ever been - but there is a warmth in your grip that reminds me you are not quite like the rest of this place.
I know you have been here all this time, just out of sight, wanting to approach, but feeling unable to, waiting for me to call for you. There is nowhere to hide, at least not physically, but I know you don’t need that. I know you have ways of lingering in the shadows when there are none, of passing by just inches away yet remaining undetected, of moving swiftly from one reality to the next, and of watching without eyes.
I know these things, and more, are possible here.
I know where we are now.
I know, because you’re here.
So we couldn’t be any place else.
I know that here there are no rules, no regulations, except those which we make up ourselves.
I wonder vaguely how long we’re been apart now. I wonder if time works differently here to how it did there. I wonder how long you have been waiting for me, because I’m sure you have.
All this time I was back there, dreaming of the past, and dreaming of you, and I’m sure now that all that time you were here, waiting, your belief never faltering, knowing that eventually I would join you once again.
While I was scared of living my life without you I’m sure that your belief that we would end up together was never faltering, just like it ways was.
We were yin and yang over that matter.
You believed we would be together forever.
Forever sceptical, I held no such belief.
I believe you now.
I turn to look at you and you meet my gaze, still smiling, your hand tightening its grip on mine, but still you don’t say anything.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I hear the words, clear as day, buy you haven’t uttered a word. They’re just in my head. Does that mean you are, too?
You’re still smiling at me, and then I realise that it was your thought, not mine, somehow making it’s way inside my head.
‘Yes,’ I want to reply, ’It is,’ but I don’t know if you can hear me.
“Yes, I can hear you. I can always hear you.”
I realise there is extra meaning in those words - that you are saying you heard me all those times I said ‘I love you’ after you’d gone, trying so hard to believe you were right, and that you were still with me in some way.
I begin walking again, but this time you’re with me, always there. I don’t know where we’re going, or if we’re going anywhere at all.
All I know is that we are in the most perfect place, back where we always dreamt of.
Back in the past.
This place is a regurgitation of the night we first said I love you, and I’m remembering everything about it that struck me as romantic, as special, and it is here - stretching on into forever. Doubtlessly you see it differently to me, but that is the magic here - we are not shivering like we were that night, and we are not surrounded by people… it can be whatever we want it to be.
I know it is everything I want it to be.
I know that the instant I will it I will not be here anymore, we will not be here anymore. In the blink of an eye we could be off in some other memory, some other time, or some place we only ever dreamt of.
I know not even if you are really you, or if you have just been created here because I will it, but I know which I believe.
We always said life never got any better than this night, and if I ended up here I know you did too.
A night in our prime. I was twenty, you were eighteen. We were young, carefree, and having the time of our lives, in every possible way.
On this night, near Christmas, outside in the snow, it suddenly got so much better.
Young and in love.
There is no better way to be.
And so we will remain, forever walking through that December night, perhaps even making love in the snow, always remembering and reliving the happiness for all eternity, if we will it.
You stop and turn to face me, so I am looking down at you, deep into your eyes, just as I was then.
Reaching up to stroke a wayward piece of hair from your face I wonder if you wish to re-enact it word for word.
I probably wouldn’t object.
It is so long since I’ve said it to your face, after all.
The words you say, however, are not the same as they were then.
“See,” you say, out loud this time, “I was right.” Yeah, that’s different too; you’re far cockier than you were then. You were far more unsure than I was back then, but now you’ve been in this place longer; you’re the leader here. “There was no reason to say goodbye -“ you continue.
“Because true love never dies, “ I finish for you.
You grin, and I pull you closer, enveloping you in the first hug for so long, knowing there’s a song you’re going to sing to me now. I’m not disappointed.
It is a song that was our secret song, unbelievably cheesy; far too soppy to ever let anyone else hear us mention, long let sing.
But the two of us have, in private, hear it so many times over the years that we could probably regurgitate it backwards.
I used to interrupt you, embarrassed, not only be you singing such a song, but most especially singing it to me.
But I loved it really.
Now I let you sing as much as you like, wondering if in this place as you see it there are other people that can see us, can hear you.
As you sing the snow continues to glow in the moonlight, our footsteps melting away.
There is music, coming from nowhere, backing your singing.
Above our heads, the moon splits apart, bursting in a sudden explosion into a string of white lights, hanging in the sky like tears, twinkling, beckoning us to come and explore what they have to offer.
So, like children, we do, you pulling me along, eager to show me what you have already discovered in this place, that song still ringing in my ears.
We can do here, revisit more of our past, explore each others childhoods, check up on other loved ones both living and dead.
Here is happiness, Here is love, here is perfection.
Here is heaven.
~*~
You’re my piece of mind, in this crazy world,
You’re everything I’ve tried to find, your love is a pearl.
You’re my Mona Lisa, you’re my rainbow skies,
And my only prayer is that you realise,
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.
The world will turn, and the seasons will change,
And all the lessons we will learn will be beautiful and strange.
We’ll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs,
My only prayer is that you realise,
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.
Where there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles,
When the time comes to embrace for one long last while,
We can laugh about how time really flies,
We won’t say goodbye, ‘cause true love never dies,
You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.