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Date: Fri, 09 Jan 1998 20:30:26 -0700
From: Anaya Zin 
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Subject: JQ:MF: Cry by the Sundays
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Why me? Why? Almost every time I get inspired to write something, it’s
usually an angst one. Wishing versions one and two, Jessica,  White
Christmas, LBOS, Brick, Flood, Traditions. . . hey, betcha never heard
of some of those! I know I should be working on LBOS, but I don’t want
to. Chapter 7 will probably be the last, and I’ve grown attached to the
thing! My first big fic! Anyway, I have another music fic to ad to my
pile. . . please comment!!
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disclaimer- making _no_ $, don’t own nothin’ :(.

category-  A

archivers- Please, spead the JQ!!
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Cry
by the Sundays
mf by Lauren Hodill

“I'm standing on a platform”
	As the train whistled to a stop, Jessie found her self caught up in the
rush of people that swam like ants on honey towards the narrow door.
Rain drizzled lightly, making her shiver slightly under her navy blue
sweatshirt. She clutched her worn old backpack tighter, and finally was
able to board the northern-heading train.
	
“Now I'm staring from a train”
	She found her tiny room in the sleeping car, and after checking that
all of her luggage had been delivered to the right room, headed for the
seating car. Jessie easily found a seat near the window, and gazed out
the rain-streaked window.

“And all the trees roll back beside, but I'm so oblivious”
	The scenery rushed by, the trees a blur of bright oranges, reds,
sunshine yellows, and golds, looking like a child’s painting. She sat on
the sticky leather chair, unseeing.

“To the dark to the light, it's all the same”
	A few hours later, Jessie was still at the seat. She had curled her
legs up under her, and she stared blankly out the window, the sun slowly
sinking below the horizon.

“You gave me so much”
	She was heading back to Rockport, Maine, the place she called home.
Jessie had been in Virginia, going to college there. She had been a
little hesitant about going, but Jonny had encouraged her to follow her
dream.

“and now it's of the earth”
	Jonny. . .

“And it makes me cry”
	A tear silently rolled its way down her cheek.

“It can make me cry”
	She leaned her head against the window as more tears cascaded down her
cheeks in silent rivers. She tried rubbing them away with the back of
her hand, but fresh ones soon dampened her face once again.

“And you're standing here beside me, in a picture, in a frame”
	She pulled a worn picture out of her back pocket. Two crystal blue eyes
laughed back at her, and she fingered the corner affectionately.

“And your voice could never fade, it's so familiar. Things you said in
my head, every day”
	She could almost hear him laughing, saying how he could beat her any
day in Questworld, anytime on a hover board. But now, he wouldn’t have
that chance to try and prove it. She would never see her best friend
again, never fight, never cry, never laugh with him ever again.
	
“You gave me so much”
	No matter what, Jonny had always been there. Through everything. This
was the first time she could remember facing something this immense and
overwhelming.

“And now it's of the earth”
	He would be burried in Maine, his home. He would never be able to
follow his father on his globetrotting expeditions, as he loved to do.
Jonny was adventourous, but he could never go on an adventure, however
unintentional, ever again. He was so young, just begining his life. He
was only 19. . .

“And it makes me cry”
	Tears continued to stream down her face.

“It can make me cry”
	She put her head in her hands as she cried silently, all alone.

“You're with me so much, though you're never with me anymore”
	She knew Jonny would always be with her in her heart. But the pain was
still so hard to bear. So hard. . .

“And it makes me cry” 
	She lied down and curled herself up in the fetal position, like a lost
child. Hugging the picture to her heart, she closed her eyes and cried
herself to sleep.

“It can make me cry. . .”
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PLEASE tell me what you think! Did you cry?

Anaya Zin

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