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Time for my sad story for Charlie damnit. I love the song <3 wanna know why? Betch I wrote it. >3

Story Behind It . . .

"Has anyone seen Charlie today?" Ethan asked . . . well, everyone.

Everyone shook their heads no. Ethan bit his lip, he hadn't seen Charlie at all today and it was starting to worry him. It was starting to effect his work too. He wasn't in tune with what his clients were saying and he wasn't charming at all. More like extremely worried and stressed. The other hosts were starting to notice this.

"Calm down Ethan. She's probably fine. Plus, I think you deserve this shit, no offense. You left her here worrying her pretty little head off while you did God knows what. Do you even know what you put her through? She nearly ripped herself apart just waiting for your return."

Chris had somewhat of a point . . . somewhat.

"Shut up Chris. I know I'm a bastard already!" That only made him feel worse. If Charlie got hurt because of him . . .

"We're closing up early," Masao announced, "sorry for the trouble ladies."

The girls were reluctant to leave, but eventually filed out. The guys looked over at Masao who pushed up his glasses, he didn't look too happy.

"Charlie's in England. She went there without alerting her father and it seems he wants us to bring her back."

Ethan stared at him wide-eyed. "She went to England?! WHY?"

"We don't fucking know Ethan . . . "

'Why? . . . Why Charlie?'

- - - - - - -

Picking up the photos she felt the tears come to her eyes. Being back in England was sort of bittersweet. She hadn't stayed here long enough to remember much, she hadn't gotten the time to make friends here either.

Her eyes looked at the charred remains and burned memories that once stood there, a long time ago. She closed her eyes and the scent of freshly baked cookies and nice not tea tingled her senses. The smell of wet carpet after someone had forgotten to close the window during a storm . . .

Her eyes slowly opened again and tears rolled down her cheeks. The yellow police tape around the home was broken and fluttered in the breeze. The vibrant yellow had long since faded from it. She looked back down at the photos in her hand, the things she had managed to save from what was left that day along with some other things . . .

In an instant she fell to her knees and broke down sobbing, clutching the photos of fond memories to her chest.

It's like living in a world without color
It's like the moon without its stars
Watch the leaves fall from its trees
The procelain dolls shows its scars.

Don't let the fire catch us both
The memories are too loved to let go
Let me save your tired soul
Don't run away from what we have
Let me be with you forever
Let me stay in your arms

Hide our faces from what we both fear
There are those like me and
Dear, oh dear, my dear
People like you don't just disappear.

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Time for my sad story for Charlie damnit. I love the song <3 wanna know why? Betch I wrote it. >3

Story Behind It . . .

"Has anyone seen Charlie today?" Ethan asked . . . well, everyone.

Everyone shook their heads no. Ethan bit his lip, he hadn't seen Charlie at all today and it was starting to worry him. It was starting to effect his work too. He wasn't in tune with what his clients were saying and he wasn't charming at all. More like extremely worried and stressed. The other hosts were starting to notice this.

"Calm down Ethan. She's probably fine. Plus, I think you deserve this shit, no offense. You left her here worrying her pretty little head off while you did God knows what. Do you even know what you put her through? She nearly ripped herself apart just waiting for your return."

Chris had somewhat of a point . . . somewhat.

"Shut up Chris. I know I'm a bastard already!" That only made him feel worse. If Charlie got hurt because of him . . .

"We're closing up early," Masao announced, "sorry for the trouble ladies."

The girls were reluctant to leave, but eventually filed out. The guys looked over at Masao who pushed up his glasses, he didn't look too happy.

"Charlie's in England. She went there without alerting her father and it seems he wants us to bring her back."

Ethan stared at him wide-eyed. "She went to England?! WHY?"

"We don't fucking know Ethan . . . "

'Why? . . . Why Charlie?'

- - - - - - -

Picking up the photos she felt the tears come to her eyes. Being back in England was sort of bittersweet. She hadn't stayed here long enough to remember much, she hadn't gotten the time to make friends here either.

Her eyes looked at the charred remains and burned memories that once stood there, a long time ago. She closed her eyes and the scent of freshly baked cookies and nice not tea tingled her senses. The smell of wet carpet after someone had forgotten to close the window during a storm . . .

Her eyes slowly opened again and tears rolled down her cheeks. The yellow police tape around the home was broken and fluttered in the breeze. The vibrant yellow had long since faded from it. She looked back down at the photos in her hand, the things she had managed to save from what was left that day along with some other things . . .

In an instant she fell to her knees and broke down sobbing, clutching the photos of fond memories to her chest.

It's like living in a world without color
It's like the moon without its stars
Watch the leaves fall from its trees
The procelain dolls shows its scars.

Don't let the fire catch us both
The memories are too loved to let go
Let me save your tired soul
Don't run away from what we have
Let me be with you forever
Let me stay in your arms

Hide our faces from what we both fear
There are those like me and
Dear, oh dear, my dear
People like you don't just disappear.