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Click hereFinally, Vicky and I loved Pink Floyd. There were so many times that we would hear one of their songs and drift off together to sleep. Her favourite was Echoes. Sometimes when I hear it now, I can't control myself anymore and I cry. But then, the song also reminds me what I lost, and that is enough for me. I will hang onto anything that reminds me of Vicky Jones, no matter how much it hurts.
I need to sleep now. I turn on Echoes on my iPod and slowly close my eyes.
"And no-one sings me lullabies.
And no-one makes me close my eyes.
And so I throw the windows wide.
And call to you across the sky."
Answer me, Vicky. Please answer me.
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"Today I am hurt, tomorrow I will heal and day after, I will emerge stronger."
Great story. So much happened in such few words. Takes a lot of talent to do that.
Short but incredibly powerful. More than just the throwaway stroke story you typically see on here. You really convinced me of the love these two had for each other. Very well done.
Very well told.... like sharing the perspective of a lost soul. A first rate piece.
that brought tears to my eyes , and being a love between a brother and a sister made it more special . when you truly love someone heart and soul to no end , you will never forget it EVER . there will be nobody that will ever fill that part of your life like that . and society still thinks its wrong , I DONT
So sad. I love the nostalgic quality of your work. I feel like I need to take you out for a drink after that.
I loved this. It has a breathless, train wreck quality to it that never lets up until the very end... and then it ends as train wrecks and breathlessness often does. Loved the refrain too - I love you, Vicky Jones. It provided a kind of cadence to the piece that acted as an anchor in this story that otherwise was hurtling towards a tragic end. I just couldn't stop reading.