MY STORY IS BASED ON A SONG BY LACUNA COIL ABOUT A WOMAN WHO HAS LOST HER LOVER BUT STILL WAITS UPON HIS RETURN
STARING AT THE SUN NO RAYS FALL DOWN ON ME I'M FEELING LOST AND ALL ALONE WITHOUT YOU HERE MY DEAREST. (TEARS FALLING) I STARE AT YOUR PICTURE AND WONDER WHEN YOU WILL RETURN TO ME; IF YOU WILL RETURN TO ME...
I CALL YOU IN MY ARMS AS I LAY IN BED THAT NIGHT. IT IS A FRIDAY NIGHT AS I REMEMBER THE LAST WORDS HE SPOKE TO ME AND THEN I CRY AND CRY UNTIL ALL THE TEARS DRY AND I HAVE NO MORE ENERGY INSIDE ME. IT'S HARD TO LIVE IN THIS WAY, BUT I'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR SEVEN MONTHS NOW AND IT ISN'T GETTING ANY EASIER FOR ME.
EMBRACE IS UNREAL AT NIGHT IN MY DREAMS I SEE YOU STANDING ON OUR BALCONY AND I FEEL YOUR ARMS WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST THEN YOU KISS ME SOFTLY AND I CLOSE MY EYES AND I CRY. CALLING ON YOUR SINS MY DEAR YOU'RE HERE IN MY DREAMS THE TEARS FALL FROM MY EYES LIKE LITTLE CRYSTALS THAT BREAK AS THEY HIT THE FLOOR. WHEN I OPEN MY EYES YOU ARE NO LONGER THERE AND THE ONLY THING EMBRACING ME IS THE DARKNESS. I ASKED YOU NOT TO GO TO SEA FOR THE STORMS WERE TREACHEROUS, AND UPON WORD FROM THE LOCALS, THERE WAS TO BE A HURRICANE COMING IN TO MEET THE ISLAND. OH WHY DOES WORK CALL A MAN ESPCIALLY A MAN WHO DWELLS UPON THE SEA?
YOU'RE MOVING ON WE'LL NEVER BE APART THOUGH TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK MY HEART I STILL FEEL YOU AROUND ME. THERE'S A PLACE I'M NOT ALONE I SEE YOU IN THE MIRROR, I HEAR YOUR WHISPERS IN THE SHOWER, I FEEL YOU HOLD ME IN BED AT NIGHT AND IT COMFORTS ME. YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG YET THE YEAR HASN'T MET THE END; STILL I FEEL FOREVER SURROUNDS ME AND I GROW OLDER EACH DAY; EMPTY AND HOLLOW WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. YOU MAY NOT REGET DYING AT SEA, BUT I REGET IT FOR YOU. (SOFT SOBS)
JUST DRAIN MY TEARS I CRY ALOUD DRAIN MY WHOLE BODY RELEASE THE AGONY WITHIN I WANT TO BE WITH YOU AGAIN. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU WILL FEEL, DO, SAY, HOW YOU WILL REACT TO THE LOST OF A LOVED ONE. THE FIRST COUPLE OF MONTHS I CRIED LIKE A BABY, ON THE ARRIVAL OF THE THIRD MONTH I SAT ON THE BALCONY AND WAITED FOR YOU, WITH THE COMING OF THE FOURTH MONTH I STAYED IN BED KILLING MYSELF SLOWLY FOR I HADN'T EATEN ANYTHING NOURISHING SINCE THE SECOND MONTH. WITH THE FIFTH AND SIXTH MONTH LOOMING OVER ME I HAD GIVEN UP AND WANTED TO DIE, AND NOW THE SEVENTH MONTH HAS COME. I FEEL AS THOUGH I HAVE JUMPED OVER A GREAT HURDLE BY COPING WITH YOUR PASSING.
YOU'RE ON MOVING YOU'LL NEVER BE APART OF ALL MY TEARS I CRY ALOUD THIS IS WHERE I MEET REALITY; I SEPARATE THE TRUTH FROM FICTION. I REALIZE THAT IF I KEEP DREAMING IN THIS WAY I MAY LOSE MY MIND. I TRY TO PICTURE YOU HERE WITH ME AND I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE I GO. YOU ARE CONSTANTLY LINGERING WITHIN MY DREAMS AND IT IS ALRIGHT WITH ME. THUS, I FEEL OKAY SINCE YOU'VE JUST PAST AND I AM ENTITLED TO GRIEVE OVER THE LOST OF MY LOVER. YOUR WIFE MAY NOT BE GRIEVING OVER YOUR PASSING SHE NEVER LOVED YOUR SOUL. SHE LOVED THE THINGS YOU BROUGHT INTO HER LIFE. SHE WAS GREEDY AND WANTED MORE, BUT I ONLY WANTED YOU, SO AS I BEGIN WRITING THIS LETTER TO YOU, MY DEAR, I HOPE IT REACHES YOU BEFORE I DO SO THAT YOU MAY UNDERSTAND.
AND I'VE GOTTA BE MOVING ON I JOHNATHAN, THE BUTLER OF THE LADY'S ESTATE, AM READING THIS TO YOU HER DAUGHTER BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WANT CLOSURE. YES HE WAS YOUR FATHER AND YOUR MOTHER LOVED HIM TREMENDOUSLY. SHE WROTE THIS AS A PEACEFUL WAY TO GO WITH YOUR FATHER WHO DIED AT SEA. SHE PUT ON THE FAVORITE GOWN HE LOVED TO SEE HER IN THEN SHE WALKED OUT ALONG THE BEACH INTO THE WATERS, AND NEVER RETURNED TO SHORE. YOU MAY CRY NOW FOR YOUR MOTHER, BUT UNDERSTAND THE HARDSHIP SHE FACED EACH DAY AS SHE REALIZED THAT HER HUSBAND, YOUR FATHER, WAS TRULY AND WITHOUT A DOUBT DEAD AND RESTING IN THE SEAS. MAY THIS LETTER COMFORT YOU IN SOME WAY AS IT IS IN YOUR MOTHER'S WRITING AND HER LAST DYING WORDS. UNDERSATND THAT SHE LOVED YOU DEARLY AND WANTED TO KNOW YOU MORE, BUT THAT WAS NOT TO BE. SHE GAVE YOU TO YOUR AUNT AND TOLD HER TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU ALL IN THAT LETTER, AND NOW MY DEAR, YOU ARE THE BENEFICIARY OF THE WILL IT IS IN YOUR HANDS NOW
DAUGHTER:
PFFFT I CARE NOTHING ABOUT THAT! WHERE'S THE MONEY THAT SHE LEFT FOR ME? I HAVE NOTHING TO GRIEVE OVER, AND SO I'VE GOTTA BE MOVING ON...
