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Looking back on the memory of
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Yes my life it's better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance
Shy had the song on repeat. It was the perfect soundtrack for the depression he couldn't seem to shake. Since he'd come back to Boston with Tom, he hadn't done much besides stay in his room and cry, just needing to get rid of the sense of hurt and betrayal that was so stubbornly gripping his heart. Dev had dragged him out to the living room a few times, but he'd always returned to his room with a soft apology and request that he be given a little more time.
He hated being this pathetic, but he felt helpless to do anything but mourn the passing of a huge part of his life. He'd lost everything. In a few minutes - probably meaningless minutes for Orlando - Shy had seen his world collapse completely. It would be easier if he could consistently hate the man who'd broken him, but he couldn't. He missed him, and he couldn't really see a future without him. Not yet, anyway. He hadn't even had the energy to call his mother yet. She'd be so disappointed. No, more than that. She'd be angry and then she'd be hurt, and then she'd want to fly out and make sure her baby was okay. Shy couldn't deal with that right now, so he would put off telling her until he could make it through a day without falling apart.
The song started again. With a shaky sigh, Shy buried his face in his pillow and let the tears come.
The dance we shared 'neath the stars above
For a moment all the world was right
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Holding you I held everything
For a moment wasn't I a king
But if I'd only known how the king would fall
Hey who's to say you know I might have changed it all
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end the way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain
But I'd have had to miss the dance
Yes my life it's better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance
Shy had the song on repeat. It was the perfect soundtrack for the depression he couldn't seem to shake. Since he'd come back to Boston with Tom, he hadn't done much besides stay in his room and cry, just needing to get rid of the sense of hurt and betrayal that was so stubbornly gripping his heart. Dev had dragged him out to the living room a few times, but he'd always returned to his room with a soft apology and request that he be given a little more time.
He hated being this pathetic, but he felt helpless to do anything but mourn the passing of a huge part of his life. He'd lost everything. In a few minutes - probably meaningless minutes for Orlando - Shy had seen his world collapse completely. It would be easier if he could consistently hate the man who'd broken him, but he couldn't. He missed him, and he couldn't really see a future without him. Not yet, anyway. He hadn't even had the energy to call his mother yet. She'd be so disappointed. No, more than that. She'd be angry and then she'd be hurt, and then she'd want to fly out and make sure her baby was okay. Shy couldn't deal with that right now, so he would put off telling her until he could make it through a day without falling apart.
The song started again. With a shaky sigh, Shy buried his face in his pillow and let the tears come.
