Nothing is so good and lasts eternally
Perfect situations mask the wrong.
But this has never yet prevented me
From wanting far too much
For far too long.
Amelia Wil Tesla Saillune stood on the balcony where she had watched him leave several years ago. She’d given him her bracelet, a token of affection and an unspoken request for him to come back.
Looking back, I could have played a different me
Won a few more moments, who can tell?
But it took time to understand the man
Now, at least, I know I know him well
She shook her head as she
turned away. She’d known he wouldn’t come back. He wasn’t the type to make
promises that he wouldn’t keep… and he hadn’t said he’d come back.
All those memories, the
days spent wandering the world and fighting evil. She’d been such an energetic
little twit, hadn’t she? Too much of a twit for him to like her back then.
Wasn't it good? (Oh so good...)
Wasn't he fine? (Oh so fine...)
Isn't it madness that he can't be mine?
But in the end he needs a little bit more
Than me - more!
(He needs security...) He needs his fantasy
And freedom… I know him so well.
She walked into the Palace, pausing to smile at the portrait of her father that hung on the wall. She was the Queen now, that portrait all that remained of her father’s smile. The responsibility of Saillune rested on her small shoulders. But she’d give it all up if he came and asked her to.
No-one in your life is with you constantly
No-one is completely on your side.
And though I'd move my world to be with him
Still the dark between us is too wide.
Ah, but he wouldn’t… she thought as she walked into the large chamber where she was to have audience with yet another political suitor. How… annoying. If only she hadn’t been so annoying then. If only she’d taken the time…
Looking back, I could have played a different me
(Could have used care...)
Learned about the man before I fell
But I was ever so much younger then.
Now at least I know I know him well
She could send messengers out for him, request his return to Saillune… no. He wouldn’t come, and it wouldn’t be right for her to ask that of him. Maybe she would have asked him then. But not now. Her bracelet would have to remain the only invitation that she’d send.
Wasn't it good? (Oh so good...)
Wasn't he fine? (Oh so fine...)
Isn't it madness that he won't be mine?
Didn't I know how he would go?
(Yes, I knew from the start...)
Why am I falling apart?
With a sigh, she sat in the Throne, resting her head against the red velvet cushioned back and looked to her Advisor. Wordlessly, she nodded assent for the arrival and sat up, trying to look remotely interested.
Wasn't it good? (Oh so good...)
Wasn't he fine? (Oh so fine...)
Isn't it madness that he won't be mine?
But in the end he needs a little bit more
Than me - more!
(He needs security...) He needs his fantasy
And freedom… I know him so well.
The young man who entered was announced and bowed low. He was nice, she decided as they talked. But she kept comparing him, kept looking for some similarity, hoping that it was him, and that he found his cure and returned to her. And of course it wasn’t.
I know him so well…
She knew Zelgadis too well.