Disclaimer: The song is from Aida, so credit to Disney. The Scarlet Pimpernel... I don't know who it belongs to now, but it was written by the Baroness Orczy. Well, everyone else seems to own the X-Men. Marvel, Fox, Warner Brothers, Universal, etc. etc. Why can't I? Look! They'll work for twinkies and beer! It's true! They did this fic for twinkies and beer. Although I had to throw in a few steaks and peeps somewhere...
Author's Notes: I tried to make it not exactly like Cameron's movie! But some things kinda snuck in there and stuck. Be prepared for suckiness! (that even a word?) Big shout out and thanks to my best friend JenN who unknowingly gave be ideas and knowingly gave me every ounce of support she could.
Author's Notes2: I don't even own Amy and Jenn for they are based on people I know. I'm currently working on another fic involving them that would go much farther into their personalities, so sorry if you don't understand things or what not because they aren't well developed in this one. Now, on with the show!
No matter how many bars she went into, she would never get used to the smell. It was always such a nausea inducing stench that she could barely tolerate. Her stomach growled as she stared at the jar in front of her, not even registering the words on the note taped to it, just on the change inside. But before she could do anything, the bartender pulled the jar away. "You want something else? Or you just sticking with water?"
Marie shook her head, unable to afford anything with no money.
A man sat next to her across the bar. A fat wad of money was placed before him. In return, he took out a bit and said, "I'll have a beer." To which the bartender quickly got him one.
The man had a cigar in his mouth and mutton chops unlike anything Marie had seen before. His dark eyes glanced at her, giving her a once over.
At the moment, something between them sparked, however faint it might have been. Destiny had spoken, and the loop began again.
"I am here to tell you, we can never meet again.
Simple, really. Isn't it? A word or two, and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when.
You think of me, or speak of me, and wonder what befell
That someone you once loved so long ago, so well.
Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by.
You don't have to ask me, and I need not reply.
Every moment of my life from now until I die.
I will think, or dream of you, and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand.
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for,
Just a stretch of mortal time?
Or some God's experiment,
In which we have no say?
In which we're given paradise,
But only for day.
Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide.
No escape, no change of heart, nor any place to hide.
You are all I ever want, but this I am denied.
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned.
Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for,
Just a stretch of mortal time?
Or some God's experiment
In which we have no say,
In which we're given paradise,
But only for a day..."
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