Back
at the pub, Gray and John were both drunk and looney, Gilliam was off
who knows where, Mike sat quietly at the bar, his pint of Guinness in
front of him. He was lost in thought, oblivious to the world around him.
Deep down he knew Terry was right in what he'd told him, that
he
should just let Julia go. But he couldn't, couldn't get her out of his
head for one second. He was focused as ever on his stuff for
Python, for necessary things. But she remained, haunting his thoughts,
haunting his heart.
Out of the corner of the room, he heard something.
Someone must have clicked something on the ol' juke, he thought.
But it seemed as if it was directed toward him, maybe divine
intervention or something? Mike wasn't sure.
But still he
listened, the words sounding as if they were coming
from his own heart:
What
ravages of spirit conjured this temptuous rage created you a monster
broken by the rules of love and fate has led you through it you do
what you have to do and fate has led you through it you do what you
have to do ...
and
I have the sense to recognize that I don't know how to let you go every
moment marked with apparitions of your soul I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire the yearning to be near you I do what I
have to do the yearning to be near you I do what I have to do but I
have the sense to recognize
that I don't
know
how to let you go I don't know how to let you go a glowing ember
burning hot burning slow deep within I'm shaken by the violence of
existing for only you
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do I know I can't be with you I do what I have to
do and I have sense to recognize but I don't know how to let you go I
don't know how to let you go I don't know how to let you go....
Mike blinked, tears not exactly coming, but his eyes felt itchy, as if
they were about to. He looked round to see if anyone noticed.
No one did.
Just leaving me alone with my ghosts
I s'pose, he thought. I
think things'll work out alright. Jules and I can be mates. Being mates
is better than nothing at all.
I'll probably never stop loving her
though. Eric was so
lucky to
find her that day. Whoever thought running late would benefit you in
the end?
'Sides, Eric may have her in reality,
but I've got her in my heart. No
one has to know 'bout it but me. Well, TJ knows
but he's like a human Fort Knox, as a American would say, the lad's a
great secret keeper.
Aye, things will work out. Someway or other.
He took a pull of his drink as he thought.
Someway or other.
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