Another one of my stories i just thought of when i listend to this music/Song and thought of this scene in my head,its called
"I was Never good at goodbye's"
Start reading as soon as the guys start singing only then it has a nice impact
Imagine a war (middle ages/high tech age) angels against demons. And you are there to help the angels. The burden of winning this war is on your shoulders, you’re the very decider of the outcome of this war. You look out onto the battle field; far from it you stand ready to battle. and the thoughts of your loved ones crosses your mind, you give them a call(Cell phone or something).you talk to your wife, you tell her how much you love her and asked her if she remembers your first kiss together. She is asking you what is wrong(she doesn’t noe about what ur doing).she starts to feel worried about you, why does your voice has a sad tone in it as she questions, why are you talking like this is your last time. She starts to freak out abit. You tell her everything is going to be alright, you try to calm her nerves, but yet you can hear her crying on the other side of the phone. you ask her gently to pass the phone to your Daughter, you hear a young girl’s voice drawing closer, she calls you daddy and tears roll down you cheeks, you tell her to be a good girl and stay away from
Testosterone driven male teenagers, she laughs abit and her laughter puts a small smile on your face, she asks you what’s wrong, and yet you gave her the same explanation you gave your wife and to pass the phone to your son. He picks up the phone and doesn’t say a word, but you know he is there listening ; you talk to him asking for forgiveness for not being there when he needed you the most, when he needed a friend, a hero……………. a dad. Before you could continue on he stops you and screams at you about the things you could have been, and he finishes his sentence with the 3 words most parents dread not to hear “I Hate You" and the sound of an engage dial tone came from the phone. You said your goodbyes; nothing else is needed to be done but to finish the battle in front of you. You walk slowly towards the battle field, one heavy step after another. your heart grew heavier and heavier
Into the battle I go, To Survive I shall not know.
