It's Gone Tomorrow*

Iola Morton stalked across the car park clutching the keys in her hand, shaking in anger. How could he do that to her? I'll never forgive him for this.

She reached the car, and opened the door.

BOOM

“Joe? Joe, wake up.”

As always, his brother was perched on the bed beside him, gently trying to wake him from his nightmare. But just waking up wasn't enough; it didn't only haunt him when he slept, the images were always in the back of his mind. And the mangled keys, all that were left of the girl he loved, were always in his pocket.

They didn't need to say anything. Frank leaned back against the wall, cradling his brother close to him as tears streaked down his face, mourning a past he couldn't change and actions he couldn't take back. It was almost as much torture for Frank to have to see his brother in so much pain as it was for Joe to struggle to deal with it.

The last thing I ever did to her was hurt her feelings.

It's gone tomorrow, all of the pain and all the sorrow.

He would never forget her, never forget the pained look on her face when she had caught him with the other girl.

It's gone tomorrow; I'll turn the bitter into sweet.

She was gone, but her presence was always there.

She was in the keys he held in his hand every night, the keys he knew every square inch of. She was in the pictures he kept of her; alone, riding, or the two of them together, always happy, always meant to be together as everyone had believed.

That smile was inerasable. That smile was her.

It may take be hard for you to see it, it may take time but I'll believe it, Time leads the way from now on today you'll be relieved.

It was hard to believe he would ever feel 'normal' again, or could ever even look at another girl. I was flirting with someone else right before she died... how much worse could it have been? It wasn't bad enough how she had died, but for her last memory to be... he shuddered, and felt Frank's arm hold him a little tighter.

I know it's late and you're asleep, if it's the nightmare I have caused you,

The sweetest dream is what you need to wake you up from all that haunts you.

It had been almost three years, and the nightmares were still as vivid as they had been then. She was in his thoughts day and night, he saw her in his dreams and imagined her in his waking hours.

What a little time can do to you, what a little love can make you go through

The next morning

A lone figure walked across the graveyard, stopping in front of a plain tombstone. A plain tombstone that held a lot of memories.

“In memory of Iola Morton, beloved daughter and sister.”

“I miss you, Iola,” he said softly as he knelt down before it, raising a hand to touch the tombstone.

His hand trembled the same way it had trembled when he touched her face... that beautiful face, he remembered as it flashed before his eyes... or moved her hair back her long, dark, silky hair.

“I love you, and I'll never forget you,” he whispered, his voice breaking as tears sprung to his eyes.

It may be hard for you to see it, it may take time but I'll believe it

Time leads the way, from now on today you'll be relieved.

Another dawn breaks up and brings the best of me.

It's Gone Tomorrow as sung by Helena Paparizou