Coming Back to Life

 

Note: This is set about three years after Joey Potter and Capeside Redemption. All happened exactly on the TV show up to that episode. It’s from Joey’s POV.

Disclaimer: Needless to say, I don’t own them.

 

I sat at the same café, just staring the same people walking on the streets, sipping the same coffee, thinking about the same life. It’s been so long, so long since I actually had a life. So many wrongs choices, so many stupid fears lead to this. I live in a city with millions of others, but I have no one. Lonely. Only a cat keeps me company. Half life, technically I’m alive, but inside? Inside I have been dead for a long time.

 

“It made me feel alive”

 

Since then I haven’t felt alive.

 

Just a shell of myself.

 

I wonder how my life would be if the wrong choices weren’t made. If I had not been scared. Those were my sins and now I’m in hell for them. I take the same steps that will take me back to the same place I live. I wrap my coat around me, the cold February wind getting my bones frozen. As my heart is now.

 

I take off my coat, plop myself on the same couch of every night. The same old TV show is on now and I glue my eyes to the screen. I go to the same cold bed, rest my head against the same old pillow, wishing for the same as ever. To feel alive.

 

I wake up to the same annoying sound of the alarm clock, the same red flashing numbers reminding me that I’ll go through the same boring routine. Breakfast, work, lunch, dinner, coffee, TV and bed. Feed the cat. Breathe in. Breathe out. Survive.

 

 I can tell how many steps that I take everyday from home to work. The doorman will smile the same emotionless smile. I will answer with the same polite way. I will sit on the same chair, do the same tasks. The guy from the office next door will tell me the same old jokes and I’ll pretend to laugh all over again.

 

I go back home taking the same old path. But tonight, something is not the same. I see the tall form at my door and something new is running through my veins. Something different and yet so old. Something warm. He seems to notice me and he turns around, his sparkling blue yes and a timid smile. I feel my lips curling up in a smile, my heart beating fast; I’m surprised it still can do it. We both stand still, time has stopped. The air between us is not anymore the cold February wind. It’s a soft warm breeze from an ancient summer night.

 

He licks his lips before speaking; I can tell he’s anxious. He steps closer, my body starts to melt. I don’t recognize what I’m feeling. Wait, that’s it, I’m feeling again…

 

“Hey…" He scratches his head. "I don’t know where to start.”

 

“The beginning usually helps.” I don’t recognize my own voice, it’s so full of life.

 

“I have a boat.” His eyes have the question he doesn’t need to ask. And I don’t need to answer. I jump into his arms, my eyes are full of tears, as I feel his lips on my face, wiping away my tears, I feel life coming back at full force to my body. His mouth finally comes over mine and I taste tears, his tears mixed with mine. Tears of happiness, of hope. And simple as that I know nothing will be the same ever again.

 

 

 

Coming back to life Lyrics
 Pink Floyd

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight...into the shining sun