come down to the river, come and let yourself in
make good on a promise, to never hurt again
if you're lost and lonely, you're broken down
bring all of your troubles, come lay them down

It snowed again last night, but it's stopped now, thank the Gods. I've never liked snow - everyone knows I'm a sunshine person, you can tell just by looking at me. But this isn't about me right now. It's about her. It has to be about her, for once, because to be honest it never is. She won't let it be. But this time, no doubt about it, it's for her. It's about her.

I wish she would at least cry.

She's sitting there on the edge of her bed, plain Jane, heart of gold, sweet Scottish bird with the corners of her mouth turned down and her hands trying to cover her face, trying to hide just how hurt she gets when she stops to think. Yet she still can't even cry. Maybe she cried too much in the beginning. Run out of tears. Maybe she doesn't want to waste them.

I want to say I know how she feels, but to be honest, I don't. I've loved and lost twice, but I've never been cheated on and decieved like that. I've moved on, and she hasn't. The only thing we have in common is that we've both watched our ex-partners move on and live happily ever after, when we're both left behind. Alone.

That feeling, that loneliness you feel as you watch the rest come off better than you did, is awful beyond words.

wherever you are now
whatever evil you've found
bring all of your troubles
and come lay them down

"What happened?"

I sit beside her, an arm slipping around her thin shoulders. She's lost quite a lot of weight recently, and she's lost the glow she used to carry, that permanent brilliance that radiated from her soul. It's gone. I know she wants it back. I know all she wants to do is move on with her life but it seems that every single time she catches a glimpse of him she breaks again, right back where she started.

"Nothing, I just--I just spent--about five minutes with him, nothing happened."

It's tragic, to watch her change from the strong woman she'd almost become to the fragile girl she was back when she was young. It's sickening to know how bad this can get. And she just wants to move on. Just wants to move on, but no-one's helped her do it. All through this there's been no-one but me and Jared that have went looking for her, sent a comforting word.

Sometimes, I grow incredibly cynical towards the people of the world.

Why can't they see how good she is? How loved she is? Why can no-one see that she's someone that you could spend your life with, and she'd never hurt you? She wants to move on, she wants comfort and she wants to feel loved again like she did once upon a time. But she can't do that on her own.

"You'll be allright, pet. I'm here, yeah?"

"I know."

And we both know that things aren't going to be okay for a while yet.

all those with and without love
all you burdened, broken down
bring all of your troubles
come lay them down