"Hey, no. Don't do that, Brett."
Eddy was present, he had always been. He enveloped his lover every night, in the form of the flowing wind. He tried his hardest, to bring the soft smell of lavender and vanilla; Brett's favourite scents, along to calm his crying husband. To give him a sense of security, to give him the love he lost. His longing and wary eyes, always stayed open to look after his husband, who had turned pale and weak.
Eddy wished he could kick the alcohol bottles off the balcony, off the ledge. He wanted to set the sleeping pills alight. "Please eat up, baby." He begged, placing a soft feather-light kiss on his cheeks. But Brett stood up, kicking the chair away, itching his cheeks muttering something angrily.
Eddy felt like wailing on the balcony alongside Brett, as his eyes searched for any signs of recovery on his grieving husband's face. To his horror he found none.
His heart wretched when he saw Brett's violin alone, unused. His heart cracked in half when he saw him sitting in his bathroom, with a sharp razor blade. He sighed in relief when Brett scurried away, crying even harder. His heart fell apart when he saw his husband lying alone in the king sized bed, hugging a pillow which vaguely smelled like Eddy; like home. His heart's broken pieces where shattered and stepped upon when he saw his lover, buying even more sleeping pills.
His heart burned the night Brett committed suicide.
The fire set ablaze from the deepest pits of misery and grief to ever exist, growing bigger and higher as the clocked ticked by. His only hope of peace was seeing his lover at peace, at ease; seeing him moving on, meeting new people, making new friends but Brett did nothing of that sort.
Eddy felt the pain, the sorrow double up. He knew it was all his fault. If only he could rewind the time, stop everything, accept his mistake, embrace his husband in a loving hold and never let go.
But all he could do was stand and let his heart mourn. Let the tears seep into the carpet.
He stood still, looking at the lifeless body. Brett looked peaceful, if he could say the least. Dark bags and disheveled hair made him look so, so tired. So old, so lonely.
Earlier he had wished for the Sun to rise quicker, so that Brett could see the happiness in life. To see that everything and everyone moves on, time doesn't stop. But now all he could do was stare at the knowing skies, wishing that darkness would forever stay, for he had no reason to see daylight.
Cars blared past, cats clawed at lamp posts, clouds filled the sky. A soft touch grazed past Eddy's neck; a feeling all too familiar. Welcoming lips crashed onto another pair of the alike, soft and calloused fingers crossed into each other.
The Sun quietly peaked out behind the cloud, a dove cooed to his mate, earning a shrill reply. Time seemed to slow down, once again.
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"This is your daily weather coverage, we have the first signs of spring arriving! Congratulations we have survived the harsh winter this year as well. The tempera..."
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The day returned; anew, afresh, and suddenly two long broken hearts, intertwined. Yes, Destiny was right.
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Hello, Brett.
Fanfiction"Hello, Brett" A twosetviolin fanfiction. Prequel-Sequel to Hello, Eddy. ----- Author's note: 1) English is not my first language, but I think I'm still good at it(?). 2) Brett and Eddy are no where related to me, but being a fangirl, I come with cr...
