Post by Cammie Moonites on Jan 20, 2009 9:40:20 GMT -10
Here is another layment, I have been thinking about and finally got the nerve to type it.
I just kind of ran with it, theres a part I mention Sexual Assault put on by his father, and theres a rather shadowy part of Horatio's past, that we do not know about, all we know is that his father beat him, so I made that up and alot of people seem to think it makes sense.
Never Too Late - Horatio's Layment.
**Disclaimer - it is rather depressing but I figure I'll thow it at you.
I do not own the lyrics of the song they are copyright of the band
Three Days Grace "Never Too Late."
Enjoy
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This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late
He sat alone.. in his office, about ready to leave for work. Horatio Caine. He saw his reflection in the clear glass door as he opened it, and then heard it close behind him. He slowly tredge down the stairs and to the outdoors. Where the cool Miami night met him, and the moon shine down.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
He arrived shortly after leaving, at home, the drive was not long for Horatio Caine was a master now, traveling the same road every single day. He opened his door to his house, and strode in, turned a light on. Pulled his service pistol off of his waist, and set it down. Something was unsettling to him..
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
No there was nothing to hear, nothing to see, and an overwhelming sense of guilt and pain overtook. He pulled his pistol from the holster and strode into his room. Closed the door behind him.
Marisol...
He murmured her name, wished she could hear him, fell to his knees at the foot of their bed.
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
He took to his feet. Slowly stepping into his bathroom. The bathroom he'd shared with her..
No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Stare into the beaten eyes of a wounded soldier. The scars of time, etched in his features, as wrinkles. Pistol still weighed down in his hand. No one knew how he'd felt the last few days, no one knew the way he'd been the last few months, a mask hid everything he felt, hid everything. From them.
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
He could hear her voice.. telling him it was alright, he'd confided in her.. told her that he'd wanted to take his own life, and now, here he sit, on the other side of that, that pistol that he hold in his hand. Ocean blue of his eyes had long since faded...
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
The memories of his past, the sexual assaults caused by his father, the beatings, the broken bones all overwhelmed him now as he stood staring into the reflection of a child, of himself.
The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again
He saw her. Marisol. Staring back at him, that pure angelic smile. That only she could bring happiness to the warrior within. And he knew she knew it. He knew - She knew- she was his angel, his life, and now, as he clutch his fist at his waist, and lay the pistol on the rim of the sink, he stare into her eyes...
Marisol
He say her name again...as if calling her to him..
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
All the lives I've saved, all the hurt and pain I've seen.
He starts to speak to her, as if she's right next to him..
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
He pulls the pistol to his chin.. and plays at the trigger, tempting the idea, of pulling it, but soon realizes he cant. Desperation turns into sadness, into pain, and he throws the pistol down. And falls against the wall behind him..
I cannot... take this anymore...Marisol... my love... forever...lost...to me...
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Slowly and without any effort he moves to his feet. Trying his hardest, to pull himself upright. He makes it to his feet.. but that is all he can do. For the pistol still lay in the floor taunting him, begging him to pick it back up. But his faded ocean blues narrow, and he walks out of the bathroom.
---
Few minutes later he arrive at the grave of his beloved. Kneel down, and touch the dust covered tombstone. Saline liquid flow down the man's face as he kneel, sobbing for her, for the first time in his life.
He'd almost taken his life this day. Almost.. forgot who he was. The man he'd become. The embodyment of everything Criminal in Miami. But it didnt matter what title they'd given him, at that place he called work. Because it was nothing to him off duty.
Off Duty, he wondered, was he ever really off duty?
Shook his head, and lean down to kiss the red rose he'd placed at the site only days earlier. Longing to touch, and to hold.. saline tears keep flowing down his face.. onto the stone.
That reads;
He read aloud.
Marisol Delko-Caine; Beloved Wife, Sister, Daughter.
He pull himself upright, and stare blankly, and with eyes of the dead one last time. Miami needed him now. Pulled himself back together, and walk.. back to his hummer.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine.
I just kind of ran with it, theres a part I mention Sexual Assault put on by his father, and theres a rather shadowy part of Horatio's past, that we do not know about, all we know is that his father beat him, so I made that up and alot of people seem to think it makes sense.
Never Too Late - Horatio's Layment.
**Disclaimer - it is rather depressing but I figure I'll thow it at you.
I do not own the lyrics of the song they are copyright of the band
Three Days Grace "Never Too Late."
Enjoy
-------------------------------------------------------------------
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late
He sat alone.. in his office, about ready to leave for work. Horatio Caine. He saw his reflection in the clear glass door as he opened it, and then heard it close behind him. He slowly tredge down the stairs and to the outdoors. Where the cool Miami night met him, and the moon shine down.
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
He arrived shortly after leaving, at home, the drive was not long for Horatio Caine was a master now, traveling the same road every single day. He opened his door to his house, and strode in, turned a light on. Pulled his service pistol off of his waist, and set it down. Something was unsettling to him..
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
No there was nothing to hear, nothing to see, and an overwhelming sense of guilt and pain overtook. He pulled his pistol from the holster and strode into his room. Closed the door behind him.
Marisol...
He murmured her name, wished she could hear him, fell to his knees at the foot of their bed.
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
He took to his feet. Slowly stepping into his bathroom. The bathroom he'd shared with her..
No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Stare into the beaten eyes of a wounded soldier. The scars of time, etched in his features, as wrinkles. Pistol still weighed down in his hand. No one knew how he'd felt the last few days, no one knew the way he'd been the last few months, a mask hid everything he felt, hid everything. From them.
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
He could hear her voice.. telling him it was alright, he'd confided in her.. told her that he'd wanted to take his own life, and now, here he sit, on the other side of that, that pistol that he hold in his hand. Ocean blue of his eyes had long since faded...
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
The memories of his past, the sexual assaults caused by his father, the beatings, the broken bones all overwhelmed him now as he stood staring into the reflection of a child, of himself.
The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again
He saw her. Marisol. Staring back at him, that pure angelic smile. That only she could bring happiness to the warrior within. And he knew she knew it. He knew - She knew- she was his angel, his life, and now, as he clutch his fist at his waist, and lay the pistol on the rim of the sink, he stare into her eyes...
Marisol
He say her name again...as if calling her to him..
This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
All the lives I've saved, all the hurt and pain I've seen.
He starts to speak to her, as if she's right next to him..
Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
He pulls the pistol to his chin.. and plays at the trigger, tempting the idea, of pulling it, but soon realizes he cant. Desperation turns into sadness, into pain, and he throws the pistol down. And falls against the wall behind him..
I cannot... take this anymore...Marisol... my love... forever...lost...to me...
Maybe we'll turn it all around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Slowly and without any effort he moves to his feet. Trying his hardest, to pull himself upright. He makes it to his feet.. but that is all he can do. For the pistol still lay in the floor taunting him, begging him to pick it back up. But his faded ocean blues narrow, and he walks out of the bathroom.
---
Few minutes later he arrive at the grave of his beloved. Kneel down, and touch the dust covered tombstone. Saline liquid flow down the man's face as he kneel, sobbing for her, for the first time in his life.
He'd almost taken his life this day. Almost.. forgot who he was. The man he'd become. The embodyment of everything Criminal in Miami. But it didnt matter what title they'd given him, at that place he called work. Because it was nothing to him off duty.
Off Duty, he wondered, was he ever really off duty?
Shook his head, and lean down to kiss the red rose he'd placed at the site only days earlier. Longing to touch, and to hold.. saline tears keep flowing down his face.. onto the stone.
That reads;
He read aloud.
Marisol Delko-Caine; Beloved Wife, Sister, Daughter.
He pull himself upright, and stare blankly, and with eyes of the dead one last time. Miami needed him now. Pulled himself back together, and walk.. back to his hummer.
Lieutenant Horatio Caine.
