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Landslide: A Song Inspired Short Story

Hannah Steines-Wolfson, Staff Writer

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*This short story is inspired by Fall Out Boy’s “The Last of the Real Ones.”  The song lyrics are italicized.*

“Nona?” he called out, unable to find her.

 

I was just an only child of the universe,

And then I found you,

And then I found you.

 

“Nona!” It was less of a question this time; less of a call. This time it was a desperate plea that he would hear her voice calling from behind the huge pile of rocks.

 

You are the sun and I am just the planets,

Spinning around you,

Spinning around you.

 

“NONA?” He could feel himself starting to choke up. He knew it was a bad idea – bringing her up to the mountains on vacation. He should’ve known that one landslide was all it took to end it all.

 

You were too good to be true,

Gold plated,

But what’s inside you,

But what’s inside you.

 

He began to frantically search the rubble of the mountain that had crashed down onto her, screaming her name, trying to find even just a glimpse of her.

 

I know this whole city thinks it needs you,

But not as much as I do,

As much as I do.

 

He pulled what seemed like millions of rocks aside before seeing her face – pale skin and black hair that perfectly complimented her dark eyes. The eyes that had once been filled with love and life, were now glassy and cold.

 

‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed,

Write our names in the wet concrete,

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.

 

The tears that were already streaming down his face came faster and with more force. He gently reached out and cupped her cold cheeks in his hands.

 

I’m here in search of your glory,

There’s been a million before me,

That ultra kind of love,

You never walk away from,

You’re just the last of the real ones.

 

He leaned forward slowly and kissed her soft, freezing lips. All life had already drained from her. Her normally pale skin was even paler – she looked paper white. He wished it had been him. He would’ve traded his life for hers anyday.

 

I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision,

But only for you,

But only for you.

 

His tears fell down her face as he kissed the lifeless corpse in front of him. He knew it was his fault. He brought her out here in the first place. He could’ve pushed her out of the way and taken the hit himself. Yes, he’d be dead, but she’d be alive; that’s all that mattered to him.

 

My head is stripped just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times,

When I think of you,

When I think of you.

 

He promised to himself that he would pay for the funeral completely. Any financial help her – no – their family needed, he’d provide without the slightest hesitation. He would set everything for the funeral up. He would speak there, he would buy her favorite type of flowers, he would do anything and everything.

 

I will shield you from the waves,

If they find you,

I will protect you,

I will protect you.

 

The week before the funeral was agony for him. It was nothing but “If she were here…” and “She would’ve loved this…” He was wracked with guilt. He felt like it was all his fault. It was his fault that the love of his life was dead. That his best friend was dead. That the only person who truly mattered to him was dead.

 

Just tell me, tell me, tell me I,

I am the only one,

Even if it’s not true,

Even if it’s not true.

 

The day of the funeral had finally approached after a week of nothing but self hatred, guilt, and tears. He was draped in entirely black; for the first time in a while, his clothes matched his feelings exactly.

 

‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed,

Write our names in the wet concrete,

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.

 

He had to speak. He had to tell everyone what happened and how horrible he felt. He slowly stepped up to the podium next to the open casket.

 

I’m here in search of your glory,

There’s been a million before me,

That ultra kind of love,

You never walk away from,

You’re just the last of the real ones.

 

He looked at her as she lay in her bed for the rest of eternity. She looked so peaceful. So unlike she had just been crushed by hundreds of heavy rocks; all the serious injuries were covered by a blanket of her favorite color – pastel pink.

 

I’m here at the beginning of the end,

The end of infinity with you,

I’m here at the beginning of the end,

The end of infinity with you.

 

He turned to face the group of crying family and friends, all clothed in a color darker than the death that hung in air.

 

I’m done with having dreams,

The thing that I believe,

You drain the fear from me.

 

He tried to hold back sobs and failed, having to take deep, heaving breaths to keep himself from only standing there and crying.

 

‘Cause you’re the last of a dying breed,

Write our names in the wet concrete,

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.

 

He gripped onto the sides of the podium, just able to keep himself from falling over. His knuckles were white from how hard he was holding on.

 

I’m here in search of your glory,

There’s been a million before me,

That ultra kind of love,

You never walk away from,

 

He took a final deep breath before speaking.

 

You’re the last of the real ones.

 

“I feel truly guilty and horrible by what I have done…Yes…I do…But, the sad truth is, I, Kai Kamal, pushed Nona Ambrosone into the landslide…I am the reason for my beloved’s death…”

 

Hannah Steines-Wolfson, Staff Writer

Hello.  My name is Hannah.  I'm an 8th grade student at QVMS.  I like Harry Potter, anime, cosplay, Halloween, and D&D.

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