Fic: Words to Heal By
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Words to Heal By (01/??)
Author: Amanda W. /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Zac / OFC: Jilly
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the Mix Tape Challenge for the song “Broken Angel”
Warning: hints of character death (pretty tame though)
Word Count: 773 (without lyrics)
Summary: Now in his thirties, Zac decides to write a memoir of the time he spent with his soul mate and the tragedy of how their time was cut short. This is his time for healing.
WORDS TO HEAL BY: chapter one
She befriended me at the age of five. I always said she was the only girl that didn’t have cooties. I watched her grow from an inquisitive, outgoing tomboy who was my best friend to a beautiful, mellow young adult who was the love of my life.
People always thought it took us so long to release Underneath because of the struggles with our record company, breaking our contract and releasing it on our own label. And while that played a big part, it wasn’t the entire story. The only people who knew the entire story were those closest to us, those who knew her and loved her as much as we had… as much as I had and still do. Even though so many people had seen us grow up together, had seen us fall in love, no one knew the whole truth.
It’s been many years and a dozen albums later and I’m finally ready to begin healing. I’m ready to tell our story, her story, the story of a broken angel. My angel, my beloved. The girl I couldn’t live without. The girl I had to live without. There are two sides to every story, but only one side of this one will ever be told.
So small, yet still so proud
At night before he dreams he looks into the clouds
A high flyer's what I want to be
Seems they won't let me, says I'm too small
Don't feel small at all
I was playing in the sandbox the day we met.
My older brothers were kicking around a soccer ball nearby when a petite girl with long blond hair tied in braids and bright blue eyes came running over to me. She flopped down in the sandbox beside me and said, “Hi!” Her voice was so cheerful I forgot about my disgust for girls and smiled at her.
“Hi,” I replied quietly, which wasn’t in my nature. I was usually loud and boisterous.
“Whatcha doin?” she asked.
“Making a sea turtle,” I answered and she looked at my little mound of sand with wide eyes.
“Wow! Can I help?” she asked, turning those brighter than the sky eyes on me.
I nodded. “Sure.”
We sat in that sandbox making a family of sea turtles for what seemed like a lifetime. I never wanted the day to end. But soon my mom was calling for me, that it was time to go. I looked at my new friend and she smiled at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her lips pulling down at the corners.
I sighed heavily in the way only a five year old could. “That’s my mom,” I told her pointing over to the park bench. “I’ve gotta go home now.” She looked at me sadly and her little blue eyes filled with tears.
“Do you… do you hafta?” she asked. I nodded, feeling bad for putting that look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing. I just felt like I had to.
Suddenly her little body was flung at me, her arms wrapped around my neck in a tight hug. “Promise we’ll always be friends?” she asked.
“I promise,” I replied quietly, even though I didn’t know her name or where she lived. It was almost as if she had read my mind because at that moment she pulled back, with a kiss to my cheek, and said,
“My name’s Jilly. Don’t forget me.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. “I’m Zac,” I told her. “You’re not allowed to forget me either.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
She held out her pinky to me. “Pinky swear.”
I hooked my pinky with her outstretched one. “Pinky swear.”
When my mother felt I had been taking too long, she walked over to the sandbox with my baby sister on her hip. “Are you finishing up here?” she asked. I smiled up at my mom and nodded.
“This is my best friend,” I told her. “Her name’s Jilly.”
My mom gave a warm smile to my new friend. “Well, hi there, Jilly. I’m Zac’s mom, Mrs. Hanson.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But you can call me Diana.” Jilly gave my mom a wide smile that was brighter than the sun.
“Promise to bring Zac back?” she asked.
My mom smiled fondly. “Of course,” she had answered. “Come on, Zac, lets go home. We can come back to see Jilly tomorrow.” I grinned at my mom and jumped to my feet.
“See you tomorrow?” I asked my new friend.
Jilly got to her feet also and nodded. “See you soon, Zac!” She kissed my cheek and ran off, back to wherever she had come from in the first place.
And that’s where our budding romance began, at the tender age of five in a sandbox.
Author: Amanda W. /
writefiction Pairing: Zac / OFC: Jilly
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the Mix Tape Challenge for the song “Broken Angel”
Warning: hints of character death (pretty tame though)
Word Count: 773 (without lyrics)
Summary: Now in his thirties, Zac decides to write a memoir of the time he spent with his soul mate and the tragedy of how their time was cut short. This is his time for healing.
WORDS TO HEAL BY: chapter one
She befriended me at the age of five. I always said she was the only girl that didn’t have cooties. I watched her grow from an inquisitive, outgoing tomboy who was my best friend to a beautiful, mellow young adult who was the love of my life.
People always thought it took us so long to release Underneath because of the struggles with our record company, breaking our contract and releasing it on our own label. And while that played a big part, it wasn’t the entire story. The only people who knew the entire story were those closest to us, those who knew her and loved her as much as we had… as much as I had and still do. Even though so many people had seen us grow up together, had seen us fall in love, no one knew the whole truth.
It’s been many years and a dozen albums later and I’m finally ready to begin healing. I’m ready to tell our story, her story, the story of a broken angel. My angel, my beloved. The girl I couldn’t live without. The girl I had to live without. There are two sides to every story, but only one side of this one will ever be told.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
So small, yet still so proud
At night before he dreams he looks into the clouds
A high flyer's what I want to be
Seems they won't let me, says I'm too small
Don't feel small at all
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
I was playing in the sandbox the day we met.
My older brothers were kicking around a soccer ball nearby when a petite girl with long blond hair tied in braids and bright blue eyes came running over to me. She flopped down in the sandbox beside me and said, “Hi!” Her voice was so cheerful I forgot about my disgust for girls and smiled at her.
“Hi,” I replied quietly, which wasn’t in my nature. I was usually loud and boisterous.
“Whatcha doin?” she asked.
“Making a sea turtle,” I answered and she looked at my little mound of sand with wide eyes.
“Wow! Can I help?” she asked, turning those brighter than the sky eyes on me.
I nodded. “Sure.”
We sat in that sandbox making a family of sea turtles for what seemed like a lifetime. I never wanted the day to end. But soon my mom was calling for me, that it was time to go. I looked at my new friend and she smiled at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her lips pulling down at the corners.
I sighed heavily in the way only a five year old could. “That’s my mom,” I told her pointing over to the park bench. “I’ve gotta go home now.” She looked at me sadly and her little blue eyes filled with tears.
“Do you… do you hafta?” she asked. I nodded, feeling bad for putting that look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, even though I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing. I just felt like I had to.
Suddenly her little body was flung at me, her arms wrapped around my neck in a tight hug. “Promise we’ll always be friends?” she asked.
“I promise,” I replied quietly, even though I didn’t know her name or where she lived. It was almost as if she had read my mind because at that moment she pulled back, with a kiss to my cheek, and said,
“My name’s Jilly. Don’t forget me.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. “I’m Zac,” I told her. “You’re not allowed to forget me either.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
She held out her pinky to me. “Pinky swear.”
I hooked my pinky with her outstretched one. “Pinky swear.”
When my mother felt I had been taking too long, she walked over to the sandbox with my baby sister on her hip. “Are you finishing up here?” she asked. I smiled up at my mom and nodded.
“This is my best friend,” I told her. “Her name’s Jilly.”
My mom gave a warm smile to my new friend. “Well, hi there, Jilly. I’m Zac’s mom, Mrs. Hanson.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But you can call me Diana.” Jilly gave my mom a wide smile that was brighter than the sun.
“Promise to bring Zac back?” she asked.
My mom smiled fondly. “Of course,” she had answered. “Come on, Zac, lets go home. We can come back to see Jilly tomorrow.” I grinned at my mom and jumped to my feet.
“See you tomorrow?” I asked my new friend.
Jilly got to her feet also and nodded. “See you soon, Zac!” She kissed my cheek and ran off, back to wherever she had come from in the first place.
And that’s where our budding romance began, at the tender age of five in a sandbox.
