Prelude 1

Amy's POV.

We were the perfect couple. Atleast...that's what everyone said. Highschool sweethearts to the end, you promised. You're such a liar. The sad thing was, I believed you. I believed everything you told me. Then you left; left for california, left me behind...Now you're the lead singer of your band, and I'm the lead singer of mine. Maybe we'll meet up sometime. If we did....I don't know what I'd say to you... Would you still feel the same way? From so many years ago..7 years to be exact. Would you still feel the same?
Would you feel like I do?
I still love you. Even if you broke my heart. The hole I dug myself into is getting deeper each day.Thinking about you. That's all I do. And all I can do is sit and watch my hole slowly chip away. Eat me alive. As if it was a monster, and I was it's prey. The hole I dug, is inside my heart. It grows bigger and bigger each day. I see you on tv, talking about how happy you are with your band. Without the booze. Without me?
Did you forget me? Did you even care? Is your band all you think about? Do you remember highschool? When we were happy? Atleast, I thought we were happy. Holding hands while walking down the hall. Secret kisses under the stairs. Long stares from across the room. Did that mean anything?
I met you in 11th grade, Alex. You had moved to Little Rock with your family for his dad's work. From the moment I saw you, I was lost; lost in you, lost in your eyes. Every little detail about you made my heart flutter with anxiousness. You were in most of my classes, History, Algebra, English, Choir, and Lunch. If you concider lunch a class that is. Even though you were a new student, you fit in perfectly. The first day of school girls were flirting, and all over you like you were some hotshot lead singer of a band. Why didn't I realize it'd all be true? All the girls, they were so pretty. Then there was me. Quiet, shy, dark, and the only time I ever opened my mouth was to sing or answer a question. And yet...You singled me out...from all the other girls. I still remember the day you came to me. At lunch. Infront of the whole school. Outside under the oak tree. You sat right down next to me, and helped me with my work. After that day, it was always you and I; in class, at the mall, or just at your house or mine. Studying, laughing, slowly learning to love each other.
And then...you did it.
You kissed me. Not some simple quick peck. A real kiss. One that was so strong, you had to hold me up for I almost went weak kneed.
That's where it started.
Us.
Me and you.
A couple.
...Nothing lasts forever.
Then you left. You broke my heart and said goodbye. Not bothering to pick up every piece and hand it back to me. You just left it there, scattered across my front porch.
Don't you remember? Would you remember?
I remember.
And I still miss it.
I miss you. I miss what we had. I miss feeling safe in your arms. I miss your simple touches, your scent, your body against mine.
Won't you come back? Come back to me? 
 
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Prelude 2

Alex's POV.
I'm not sure what my life would be like if things in my past went differently.
I know that I wouldn't be on tour.
And I'm pretty damn sure that I wouldn't be so fucking cold.
The sad part is I know exactly what I'm missing.
Do I have the balls to try and get it back?
Has hell's furnace frozen over?
Fuck no.

Right around the time Atreyu got big, I got fucked up.
In more ways than one.
I drank myself to sleep, hid away in the bus and stopped talking unless someone asked me a question.
I have to sit around all day and promote myself like I'm some sort of product.
My music is my soul, and I have to sit at interviews and try to sell it.
Most people say that selling out is promoting a product, and musicians who promote products like pepsi or some commercial shit are selling out.
We are all sellouts.
There's only been one person who has never sold herself out and tried to promote herself to everyone around her.
Amy.
It was always just me and Amy.
...Was.
If things had gone differently, I wouldn't have ever left.
She was the light in my dark.
She was the calm, sweet voice that blocked out the screaming around me.
If there's one thing that I can openly admit to anyone, it's that Amy Lee has and always will be the most beautiful person in the world.

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Part 1
Amy's Pov.
~~~~Vans Warped Tour~~~~
"THANK YOU SCRANTON PENNSYLVANIA!" I yelled into the mic as loud as I could, only in return to be yelled back at.
Vans warped tour 2007. It was definetly a little odd to be playing with a whole crap load of other bands, but definetly quite fun to do. We've had a lot of fun, and the shows are amazing. Best of all, the fans rock.
"You guys are pretty amazing. We should've come up here earlier!" I yelled walking over to my piano.
My Baldwin custom piano.
If I didn't love Alex so much, even if I don't ever see him, I think I'd be married to my piano. I know i'm odd. I just love to play.
It was close to being the end of the tour, the fans were extremly crazy tonight. It was definetly something unsual.
"This song..." I started, fixing the back of my feather like pink skirt while sitting down.
"...is a very inportant song to me..." I said setting the mic on its stand.
Because it's written about him.
The one song I'm in a love hate relationship with. The one song that describes my feelings for him perfectly. And he'll never hear it, because I don't even think he knows I'm in a band. or that I exist anymore.
"It's written about the one person, that I'll never forget, although he's probably forgotten me a long time ago. So, I think it's appropriate to end the night out with it..." The crowd screamed loudly.
"And I'm gonna appologize because I think my voice is about to crap out so..." I stated.
I could feel the slight tingling sensation coming back to my throat, and I just couldn't wait to get this night over with.
"...I'll do my best, and will not be cutting this song short...because we love you guys." I smiled at the crowd as they screamed and chanted the band name, along with mine.
"So bear with me." I turned to the piano and lightly started playing the intro.
The crowd was estatic, crazily screaming that I was playing the song.
But they didn't matter.
Whenever I played this song, I got lost in it. Lost in the memories of highschool days and soft kisses. Lost in remembering his voice, his eyes, his smile. Remembering him most of all.
I looked up slightly as I lead into the main part of the song, the crowd screaming estatically. I looked at the back of the crowd for a split second. I almost stopped. It looked so much like him, but it couldn't be. There on tour. I can't remember what tour at the moment...but it just...couldn't be him. I quickly looked back at my piano and mic.
Don't jump ahead of yourself Amy. Don't let your head play games with you.
"Under your spell again
I can't say no to you
Crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand
I can't say no to you."
My eyes shifted up slightly. I swear it was him. In some ways, I want it to be him, than in others...I don't.
"Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
Now I can't let go of this dream
I can't breathe but I feel..."
His memory tortures me, haunts my dreams, makes me a living nightmare. I love it.
I love being wrapped up in his memory; What we use to be.
Call me crazy, cause that's probably what I am.
"...Good enough
I feel good enough for you."
The crowd screamed loudly as my fingers glideded slowly and elegantly down the ebony and ivory. I smiled, aknowledging the fact that I heard their loud screams. The lights shifted colors to dim yellows and greys, as if the sun was setting.
"Drink up sweet decadence
I can't say no to you
And I've completely lost myself and I don't mind
I can't say no to you."
Every little lyric in this song, it was all true.
"Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely
Now I can't let go of this dream
Can't believe that I feel..."
He conquered me completely. In just one year. One year was all it took to get me so attached that I wrote a song so I'd never forget him.
"Good enough
I feel good enough
Its been such a long time coming, but I feel good."
I glanced back at the spot where I thought he was, but he wasn't there. Yet, I had a strange feeling. A feeling I hadn't felt since the first time Alex looked at me, back in 11th grade. I was scared. I was aweful scared, but I did my best to hide it. The lights faded to blue and purple along with the grey. I leaned back with my head tilted to the sky.
"And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall,"
As I sang that part, water sprinklers set up onstage turned on, lightly spraying water down over the crowd and I, the kids were screaming like crazy.
"Pour real life down on me
Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough
Am I good enough
For you to love me too?"
My life didn't feel real. I felt as if I was living in a dream. Living in a dream without him. I couldn't hold on to what was the best thing in my life.
Am I good enough?
Do you still love me too?
The sprinklers shut off, the crowd screamed loudly, Everything was a blur. I harmonized my little part before leading into the last small section of the song.
"So take care what you ask of me,
Cause I can't say no."
I lightly pressed down on the last keys, ending the song, increasing the crowds screams and yells. I smiled while standing up, taking a bow to the crowd with the mic in my hand.
"Thank you Pennsylvania! We can't wait to come back. You've been amazing."
Everything span. All I wanted to do was lay down, get some rest. I felt the earth shift under me, my body move, and peoples screams.
Everything was black.

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Part 1
Alex's POV.
~~~~Vans Warped Tour~~~~
I've always wanted a moment that would come up from behind me and send chills up and down my spine.
That perfect, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, goosebump rising, time stopping; perfect moment.
I wanted that moment to come and just steal away my common sense. Fuck the worries, fuck the regrets. Instinct. It's that feeling that you get when you're in love. That's the simplest way of putting it...all instinct.
...Why do you think people who love eachother have better sex?
All, pure, joyful, fucking, animal instinct.
Of course, I always choose the best times to be thinking about fucking animal instinct.
Like now. As I'm beating the shit out of M Shadows.
"Gotta get thicker skin than that, shortie."
I glare at him and deliver a kick to his side, "Fuck you."
He merely smirks at me until I pin him to the floor, "You're this huge fucking bulk of muscles with no grace whatsoever. You should be in ballet class."
"Whatever. I'd probabbly have to see your skinny ass in tights. Anyways, before you went off daydreaming about the freaky dude in your ballet class, I was saying...you gotta come watch this band. The chick is so fucking hot."
I roll my eyes at this. Typical Matt.
"What's her name?"
"Like fuck if I care. All I need to know is what she looks like naked."
Fuck this, ugh. I punch him in the jaw, "You sicken me."
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"Dude, seriously, come on," Matt orders me as he pulls me through the crowd.
"God forbid some of us have some manners." I get pulled into a girl by Matt's strong arm. "Sorry."
"You can't say sorry to everyone you touch in a pit like this. Hurry the fuck up!"
"Suck my cock, douchebag."
Somehow, we made it to somewhat near the stage.
I looked up at "that hot piece of ass...mmm fuck" and froze immediately.
"You see what I mean now?"
I stared up at her.
No fucking way.
Does she remember me...?
"Hellooo? Wake up," Matt waves a hand infront of my face.
I glare at him and grumble a 'go away,' before getting myself lost in the crowd.
"This song...is a very important song to me...It's written about the one person, that I'll never forget, although he's probably forgotten me a long time ago. So, I think it's appropriate to end the night out with it..."
I frown at this, because she doesn't realize how hard it is to forget her. I haven't been able to keep my mind off her all of the time that I've been gone. The feeling of her presence is unforgettable, and I know that I'll remember this moment for the nights where the only thing I have to hold is a notepad full of meaningless words. The words I write don't put justice to the feeling of her skin, so soft a word hasn't been created to describe it, the taste of her lips the same. It hurt my chest to think about those moments, pressed so closely to her I could smell that beautiful skin, it was almost painful, ripping at the back of my throat and stabbing me in the chest.
Meanwhile being pushed around by kids trying to see better, I kept my gaze locked on her, while she looked into the crowd...right at me. Goosebumps rose up my arms, the familiar wave of tingles sliding up my spine associated with her, it happened quickly, but seemed to last forever...with the way that she kept staring at me...
It was like she could see right under my skin, exposing the veins and internal organs that kept me alive, my badly damaged liver, stomach and heart.
I couldn't breathe, the feeling was pulling me under and squeezing my throat with a heavy grip.
It got worse as she started singing, I'd always been mesmerized by her voice, but only this time it sucked the breath out of me, leaving me breathless and gasping as I held my hand out to the stage.
I couldn't focus on the song...all I could think of were the memories of us.
The memories later on got darker, the shitty things I'd done to help push her away, keep her at a safe distance. I remembered the day I'd left...and after recieving a kick in the back of the knee, did the worst thing you could do at a concert.
I fell down.
There was a bright, sharp pain at my head...but that's when everything went dark. Because, of course, I wouldn't be able to feel like this if I hadn'tve met her, no matter how much of a beautiful thing you see, when it's gone...everything seems ugly.
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"Who the fuck passes out in a fucking pit, dude? What the hell were you on?"
"Nothing, go away."
This time I'm in a small argument with Dan.
"No! You fucking idiot! Why were you even in there?"
"Matt dragged me."
"...I could see that," He says as he examines the hand shaped bruises around my bicep.
I nod lightly, "Mother fucker."
"...Are you eating?"
I roll my eyes at this, "No, dude, it's not lunch time yet."
"Alex, don't be a fucking bitch. You know what I mean."
"Fuck you, maybe I don't," I glare at him as I get into my bunk, pulling the thick curtain shut after I'm in it somewhat comfortably.
I don't. Why should I? I get enough calories from the sheer amount of alcohol I drink to keep me alive. If I did eat, I'd get fatter, and I don't want to be fat anymore. I hear 'Alex, have you been eating?' so much from the rest of the band that I've begun to just block it out.
...Seems to be my answer for alot of things...

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Part 2
Amy's Pov
I awoke, only to be blinded by a bright light above me. I couldn't remember where I was, or what happened, but the throbbing pain in my head wasn't helping me remember to well either.
"I think she's awake...Amy, are you okay?" Terry asked, sitting down on the couch next to me.
"What happened?" I think I was still slightly dazed.
"Amy, you passed out on stage. Have you been eating?"
UGH! The dreaded question. I swear to god, if someone asks me the that one more time, I'll snap!!
"Yes, I just think..." I sighed.
"It was the song." Tim said looking down at me.
The song. My precious Good Enough. My feeling sumed up into an epic five minute and thirty-one second song. How pathetic am I? Thinking I could get all my feelings out into one song.
"Yeah, and there was...a person in the crowd that looked just like...him." I choked on the 'him', I can't even say his name without getting emotional.
"I saw him too. I think Alex is here on tour though." Tim said walking away.
I froze.
He's here? On the same tour?
"Are you serious?" I whispered staring at the floor.
So there's a possibility that was him...and that he remembers me.
"Yep. I saw Matt pull him through the crowd towards the stage during the set."
Ugh, if theres one man I can possibly hate to death, besides Bert McCracken, it's M.Shadows. Cocky, Arrogant, Pig headed, and those are only a few nice words to describe him. Thinks he could get any girl he wants. Even though, if I must say, he is kinda cute. He's got NOTHING on Alex though.
I smirked suddenly, getting quite an ingenious idea.
"What's Alex's band named?" I asked looking at Tim.
"If i'm not mistaken, It's Atreyu. Why?"
I just smirked bigger.
I think I might go drop by and watch their set.
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"Come on Beth!" I yelled running towards the main stage, my red skirt poofing up slightly as I ran.
"Amy slow down!" Beth yelled after me, pushing her way through the crowd I left behind.
We ran through the crowded area of kids, waiting for Atreyu to come out. Somehow we pushed all the way up to the barrier, Beth and I getting shoved into it instantly.
"Geez." Beth glared back, causing me to laugh.
"It's a huge make shift mosh pit. What do you expect?" I asked.
The crowd screamed as I noticed figures walking out onto stage. I turned and looked up.
It's him. I can't believe it's....him....He looks EXACTLY the same! Just as I remember from all those years ago. Still as handsome as he ever was, but something was diffrent. I could tell. His eyes wern't there normal bright color. They looked faded and lost, as if he had a lot on his mind. How I remember I use to stare into those eyes, for what seemed like hours. How I use to lay with him, my ear pressed against his chest as his fingers ran through my hair, and how I would just fall asleep, listening to the beautiful sound of his heart beating with mine.
"Amy....is that...." Beth studdered.
I just smiled, my eyes filled with tears.
"Yeah....that's my Alex..."

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Amy is my air.

 

She's the bright air of confidence that keeps me living.

If I were to have my own world, she would be the bright orange and yellow skies.

 

If I were to have my own galaxy, I'd name it Amy.

 

She'd be the flowers, the cool breeze, the snap of twigs, and the clear water.

 

I see us in the waterfalls; rushing down the way, beating into rocks and smoothing them out.
The beautiful sound of rushing water, the cool feel of clear water, chaos in it's sight.

 

My muse is the gravity; her name is Amy. She forces my feet to the ground; enough so that I can run along the purple rock during sunset. As her beauty fades into night there's a split second, suspended in the air that every runner strives to remember. It's the moment that you love. No ground, just air, just Amy; my oxygen. That moment is the one that keeps me running, striving to find a way to harness it, burning it into my memory. I run until my knees give out, my heart beats so hard it's forced to burst, blocking out the signals to the brain that thinks only of my love. I haven't killed myself yet; I'm just waiting for it, until I stop calling out her name to the stars that dim through each night; my memories fading with them.

She keeps me running in the moonlight; only a reflection of her beauty, but enough to burn my skin.

 

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Her breeze across the blades of grass is like music.

The slight hiss like waves on rocks.

Gentle creaking of trees lush with green leaves.

Her voice fills my ears, whispering like a butterfly's wings in the morning dew.

The cool brush of wind is lips across mine, like the kiss we shared while swimming in the lake.

I feel the sun on my face until I open my eyes and my fantasy is disturbed, filling me with adrenaline of screaming fans; drowning out my angel's soft kiss, like the bass of the drums.

They pound out a heart beat like the day I left her.

The people below are crashing like waves, they echo up to me like they're hitting rocks on the bottom of a cliff.

They'll stay a roaring sea until I'm offstage, where I'll close my eyes and transport myself to my meadow, where the faint memory of Amy in the wind brushes by and makes the grass dance around me.

 

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When I put my head on my pillow, my eyes slip shut and I'm back in the orchard with Amy and my dog Koda.

 

Lying beneath our favorite tree on a light brown blanket; the one that we used for our first date, looking at the sun through the leaves of the apple trees. The soft petals shine like silver drops of morning rain around the edges.

The grass was pushed down under our blanket from the days we spent here, browning in the sun. It wasn't the sun that burnt me, it was the light of her smile.

 

I would sit here and write, while Amy picked apples and put them in the bucket of water from the stream. Sadly for us, Koda needed a drink and we ended up washing our apples with part dog drool.

Amy's cheeks would turn into the color of the pink apple blossoms when she asked me what I was writing.

 

"Writing you another love song."

 

Koda wagged his tail excitedly from under the branches of his broken tree; sending flowers though the tangle of branches.

The wind blew gently, dancing through the randomly placed trees in the orchard. She would laugh, her smile so much brighter than any afternoon sun I'd seen; this is how my skin burned, the light from her smile radiating into me.

 

When I woke, Koda was whining from inside his bunk and I looked down at my arms.

They were sickeningly pale.

 

Koda whined, pawing at his leash.

 

I looked at him, "You need to go? Okay." I said, picking up his leash. "Let's go." I clipped the leash to his collar and slipped on my vans, leading us outside.

 

After he was finished, Koda slipped his head from his collar while I signed things for fans and started running, his tail wagging excitedly. I haven't seen him this excited since we last saw Amy. I sigh, chasing after him.

 

When Koda stopped and his object of attention turned around, I stopped dead in my tracks. I must've looked like a junkie, pupils wide, heart racing, hands trembling.

 

If I were dead, I would've turned over in my grave...that's when I noticed I wasn't breathing. I swayed dizzily for a few seconds before passing out cold.