And when your looks are gone and youre alone How many nights you sit beside the phone What were the things you wanted for yourself Teenage ambition you remember well Asia - Heat of the Moment Sometimes...music that it would take for him to even be allowed to think about playing in concert halls. A small, pained smile crossed his lips and he shook his head as he played. So much for childhood dreams

OOC: girl_ofsecrets , straightaim , americas_cap , builfromscraps , and princesspwrful mentioned without permission but they love me so I will probably be forgiven...out and she stops looking at this picture. She can't carry them to the memory, and it's only hers to remember. Rachel places the picture the drawer at her nightstand, along with other quiet longings.

I'm broken when I'm open And I don't feel like I am strong enough Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome And I don't feel right when you're gone away Seether Ft Amy Lee - Broken The night finds her...and hopeful promises. Laughter floats to the surface, and her arms around her own frame are someone else's. She's no longer cold. This betrayal she can live with. OOC: inspired by this convo.

So needless to say I'm odds and ends But that's me stumbling away Slowly learning that life is OK. Say after me It's no better to be safe than sorry -"Take On Me" - A-Ha Hank woke up downstairs,...out. A faint smile crossed his face at the thought, and he crossed to the closet, pulling out a handful of hangers and turning to the mess on the floor. Maybe this was what they meant by moving on

Why do you put me on a pedestal I'm so up high that I can't see the ground below So help me down you've got it wrong I don't belong there - Bethany Joy Lenz - Halo Hank was not perfect, but he expected...through the wreckage, trying to find some meaning in it all. Was it his fault? Was it her fault? Did it matter? In the end, regardless of everything that happened between them, he still loved her

[This fic is strictly AU/Meta, not canon, or fanon, or actually happening. It is purely a 'what if' fic.] They looked backward and said goodbye...she had become like they are She had taken his hand....want him to see. Stelios looked away as she screamed out, sobbing and shaking over his body. The Spartan had nothing to say that would comfort her, because this beautiful death was long overdue

We are, we are the saints We signed our life away Doesn't matter what you think We're gonna do it anyway We are, we are the saints One day you will confess And pray to the saints of Los Angeles - Saints...He doesn't look at her as he starts back off down the street, the pounding of his feet on asphalt like a dark beat telling his own heart to keep on beating despite it all. "Call it an act of charity.