You Can Cry Me A River [open]

[ANSEL DEUCALION RHINE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #272029; border: 3px solid #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 300px 300px;] ANSEL Cry Me A River, It had been a very long time since Ansel could remember being as happy as he was, sneaking back into his father's house after the man had left him for dead. He clambered through his window, the window he always kept unlocked. He knew the old man was at work, and that his step-mother was at the hospital and would be until late. Even his younger half sister was out of the house, giving him ample time and the privacy he needed to pack a small bag. And pack he did. He took out the duffel bag hidden in the corner of his closet, a bag he often took to Callan's house whenever he needed to get away. Now, now he wasn't running off to Callan. If he were being honest with himself, he had no idea where he was running to, but he was determined to leave. He went to his dresser and took a few pairs of neatly folded Shorts, jeans, and shirts and placed them just as neatly in the bag. He took boxers from another drawer and placed them in as well, followed by some socks, and then a pair of extra shoes. He grabbed his wallet and some basic toiletries. And, on his way out, he grabbed his Dreadnought. He was in and out in a mere fifteen minutes.His feet carried him away from the large manor, and suddenly he began to have doubts. He was homeless now, could he make it? How would he earn money? Could he earn any? Where would he stay? He refused to call on Callan, the boy had already done so much for him. Would he still have to go to school? Or, would that give him away to his father? With a heavy sigh, the young shifter pushed on. He'd be fine. He'd survive. He was strong, he survived every day, and this would be no different. Ansel had no idea where he was going however, so it came as quite the surprise when he suddenly found himself in the familiar park, surrounded by familiar trees that had once shielded him from the hurt of the world. With a soft smile, he slid down the trunk of a particularly old Oak and let his lids slide shut, breathing in the scents of the world around him. His fingers suddenly curled around the neck of his Dreadnought's case, skilled appendages seeking out the locks before he pulled the instrument from it's case and cradeled it. He strummed the first few chords before pausing to adjust the strings before he settled back. The melody flowed from the strings into the air; his case lay open still and a few coins fell into it. The shifter frowned and looked up to see an elderly man smiling down at him. He continued playing and out of the corner of his eyes, more coins and some bills fell into the open case. A grin split across his face and his strumming grew louder, more confident, the lyrics coming tumbling past his lips "Now you say you're lonely You cried the whole night through Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you" He heard the money being dropped into his case more so than see it. Instead, his eyes searched the ever growing crowd, smile growing even larger as people stopped to listen to him. "And now you say you're sorry, For being so untrue Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river, I cried a river over you." Never, in all of his years, did he think anyone would want to hear him sing. As people gathered round, however, he knew he was wrong to ever think that. These people, of all variations, wanted to listen to him. They were truly interested. "You drove me nearly out of my head While you never shed a tear, babe Remember, I remember all that you said You told me love was too plebeian Told me you were through with me" Ansel didn't know why they cared, but they did. He didn't know why they kept dropping the money into the open case, but he sure was happy they did. He didn't have much in his wallet, enough to maybe get him through the next few days, but with what was being dropped in the case, he figured he'd be good for a week, maybe more! "And now you say you love me Well, just to prove that you do Why don't you cry me a river Cry me a river 'Cause I cried a river over you, over you" He didn't know what he was singing, or rather, whom he was singing to or about. He had no intended audience for the song, no reason for having chosen it. He didn't have such a tragic love -- or well, not tragic in that sense. His love life was not very out there, he'd only ever been in a grand total of four. The last one being with his past Guardian Angel. The weight around his neck suddenly became hot and heavy. A sort of sadness crept into him then. "You say you love me but you lie" The words were a tad bit harsher than he intended, and suddenly he knew why the song was the first thing to come to mind. He had cried, even if he might not admit it aloud, for the angel. He had cried for the loss of his friend, his guardian, his guide, his light. He was broken after the man had left, and the abuse has resumed. Ansel felt his teeth ground together and forced himself to relax. "Now, you say you love me Well, just to prove that you do Come on and cry me a river Oh cry me a river I cried a river over you" He remembered the night of his fifteenth birthday as if it were yesterday. He remember the sudden feeling of dread when that constant warmth suddenly disappeared and he was left with an overwhelming sense of defeat and freight. His Angel had left him to suffer at the hands of his father, and had not returned and showed his face since. "I cried a river over you" The first beating that had followed the Angel's disappearance broke four ribs and fracture two. He could still hear the sound of aluminum foil crunching; the sound, however, was not something so worthless -- they had been the sound of his ribs cracking and splintering as a large boot collided with his chest. "I cried a river Now you can too Cry me a river Cry me a river." The last note echoed in his mind before the startling sound of applause broke him from his thoughts. He hadn't noticed, towards the end, the ever growing crowd around him, but it had gotten much larger. The grin that had fallen from his lips returned with a renewed vigour and he stood up, bowing and thanking the bystanders before turning to his case. Inside there was enough money that he could rent his own apartment if he so chose. An excited laugh bubbled from deep in his chest and he knelt down, collecting the money and tucking it safely away in a pocket in the case. The Dreadnought slid perfectly back into place and Ansel let out a soft breath. He could do this living on his own thing, he just knew it. His fist flew up in the air and he danced around, laughter bubbling out of his lips as he wiggled and jumped and danced like an excited little kid. He didn't care who watched him, he truly didn't, because he could finally do something for himself! ...I Cried A River Over You Words;; # 1 2 5 9 Muse;; 10 | 10 Tags;; O P E N Notes;; notes

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