AN; Hey. The happenings in Oslo really brought my down. I didn't personally know anyone involved, but many of my friends do, or did. I had to write this, simply to get my feelings out. Inspired by watching the reactions of my friends through the past week. The characters in the story are fictional, though.

I don't own Adele's "Someone like you". It's not really a part of the story either, but I played it over and over again whilst writing this so it felt wring to leave it out.

~OdessaBlack

I heard, that your settled down.
That you, found a girl and your married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things, I didn't give to you.

Friday 22nd July 2011. An unusually nice day. At least on the small island outside Bergen, in Norway. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the waves are hitting the docks, one by one. A gang of friends are gathered outside of a cabin, playing cards in the afternoon sun. Laughter, teasing and triumphant yells is heard a mile away.

That is, until a cell phone rings. A seventeen year old girl picks up and sits quietly and motionless as she listens to her mother talking on the other end. Without saying a word, she get up, walks through the open door and turns on the TV, channel NRK 1. The sight greeting her, and her friends who followed her through the door, is shocking.

Pictures of Oslo, streets blown to bits, and then a picture of an island. An idyllic island in Tyrifjorden, outside of Oslo; Utøya. Where Arbeiderpartiet has it's summer camp every year. Where a man with a gun walks around and shoots people, right now.

The sound that follows makes them all jump. A remote control falls to the floor, and the girl runs. Out of the cabin, down the hill and all the way down to the cabin closest to the sea. Runs so fast that her bare feet starts bleeding form sharp rocks and her tears run sideway down her cheeks and disappear just under her ears. Runs so she doesn't have to hear the screams of her name following her.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the lie.

The door shuts with a bang! and she sees her parents, her aunt and grandparents sit gathered around the TV, all with equal expressions of shock and horror on their faces. She doesn't even notice them. She runs straight to her father and demands in a surprisingly strong voice that he "get's her to Olso. Now."

And it's done.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited.
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over.

The girl squirms in her airplane seat, twists under her seat belt that really won't let her, and hopes with her whole heart. That all will be fine, that he's not… Not dead. He isn't. He can't be. Can he?

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best, for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yeah.

The lady in her forties next to the girl cries. She has a handkerchief in front of her eyes and sobs her heart out as she grips onto the hand of the man next to her. After 30 minutes she's stopped sobbing. Only the occasional hic escapes her now. She looks at the girl. The girl looks at the lady. Holds her own tears back. She doesn't want to cry now. Because to cry would be to give up. And giving up is not an option.

"Do you know anyone?" the lady asks. She doesn't need to say anything else. Anyone in the entire Norway would know what she meant. The girl nods slowly.

"Yes." Her voice cracks slightly, but she continues. "My best friend. He…" She stops. The lady takes her hand.

"I'm looking for my son," she whispers, and the girl squeezes her hand.

"It will be alright," she says, with as much confidence she can muster at the moment. The lady starts crying again.

You'd know, how the time flies.
Only yesterday, was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised in a summery haze.
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.

The girl runs through the crammed airport. It's no wonder it's filled to its maximum, as people from the entire kingdom travels to the capitol now, looking for their loved ones. Their dear children, who where only going on a summer camp for a few weeks. And everybody knows, knows that according to the police, 84 are dead, and that there is a chance that one of them is their little boy or girl. Or mother or father or sibling. Their someone.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over yet.

A camera zooms in on a girl standing alone in front of the hotel all survivors will be taken to. She doesn't want to go inside, doesn't want food or a place to sleep. She doesn't want anything. She stands, looking for the busses and hoping, hoping that he's on one of them. That he's safe. She's not the only one standing like that, and the camera and reporter coming towards her does not know of the feelings lurking right under the surface. They only saw the young girl standing alone.

"Who are you waiting for?" the reporter asks. His voice is friendly and careful; he's been here all day and the despair in the eyes of all the loved ones surrounding him is making him feel hopeless. The girl nods, but keeps her eyes on the ground. She bites her lip and studies her shoes.

"My best friend," she whispers, and it's so quiet that if the reporter didn't have a microphone no one would have heard.

"I really hope they find him", the reporter say. This isn't the person to interview, he can tell. Everyone can see how devastated she is.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remember you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead", yay.

It's almost unbearable how nice the weather can turn out on a day like this. How the sun can shine and how the birds can sing and how gentle and soft the wind can be on this horrible day.. If the weather were to try to mirror her emotions it would have been a furious thunderstorm, sneaking fog or simply endless, grey rain. Because nothing happens. Nothing! How much time do they need? Where is he?

Nothing compares, no worries or cares.
Regret's and mistakes they're memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

A bus stops in front of the hotel entrance. The girl watches as teenagers file out and immediately throws themselves into the hunt for their family and friends. Finds them and embraces them and cries. She shoves away the rising panic, the surging sorrow she feels each time a new person steps of the buss and it's not him.

But then he's there. Two boys support him, one on each side because something is wrong with his leg but it's him. And he sees her at once. The boys help him towards her and then helps him stand straight before leaving to find their own loved ones. She lays a hand on the left side of his chest and feels his pulse. It's there. Steady, only a little quicker than normal.

It's too much for both of them. They throw themselves into each other's arms and cries. She knows he hasn't cried before this. Knows he hasn't cried over the friends he saw die, because she knows him. His shoulders are shaking so violently that she almost can't support them, but she manages. She lets her own tears fall, stroking his hair, his back, his arms, just to make sure he's really there. Almost can't believe it. But he is.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

"I thought I'd never see you again," he sobs, and it's now she realizes how terrified he must have been. How terrified he is. Of course she's thought about this, but it' now, now that he's finally here, she really lets the horror of what's happened wash over her. She still doesn't say anything tough, only hugs him harder. She can't find strong enough words.

Then his parents and younger brother and sister find them in the chaos, and she let's go of him, so that they can embrace him and cry, too. But she doesn't go anywhere. She's staying right here, because he's here.

A few meters away, the lady from the airplane is having trouble breathing. Her son wasn't on the bus.

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I remembered you said:-
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, yay yeh yeah

She walks next to him in the Rose Parade. His leg is fixed now. He had a bullet in it. But when paramedics arrived, other people had more serious injuries, so they just cleaned his wound and bandaged it, before moving on to the next one. He was completely fine with it. Now he's on crutches.

They lay down their roses in front of the church and cry again. He cries for his dead friends, she cries for the injustice in this world. All of those taken from the world so early, those who never got to live their lives. Who had everyday problems and teenage crushes and plans for their lives.

They cry for the people who will forever live on in our hearts.