You can never escape your past- no matter how fast you run.
Kirk Hammett has another woman in his arms and a devilish smirk on his lips. But, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the decade ahead, her brown hair and soft lips are ingrained in hi...
Guys- I- What? I've been staring at this, like staring, for a good five minutes. Yah neh Kirk, calm down. We know you want Lars, but relax.
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So slower updates, but longer and better chapters. I try to write every day but over the past few days, I've been binging steamy books for ideas. Anyways, hope you enjoy it. Oh yea, and the italic in Kirk's POV is a dream in case you get confused.
Savannah's POV
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing.
It creeps up on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark, and strokes your hair as you sleep. It wraps itself around your bones, squeezing so tight you can not breathe. It leaves lies in your heart, lies next to you at night, and leaches the light out from every corner. It is a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you fail to stand up.
You wake up in the morning and wonder who you are. You fail to fall asleep at night and tremble in your skin.
You doubt.
Do I?
Should I?
Why don't I?
And even when you are ready to let go. When you are prepared to break free. When you are ready to be brand-new. Loneliness is an old friend standing beside you in the mirror, looking you in the eye, and challenging you to live without it. You fail to find the words for you to fight yourself. Fight the words screaming that you are not enough, never enough, never ever enough.
Loneliness is a bitter, wretched companion.
Sometimes it just doesn't let go.
"I am going to kill you guys. Do you know how hard it is to get cake and alcohol out of your hair?"
After Kirk set my soul alight with his poisonous words, ripped a piece of my heart out with his smile, and let fire dance on my cheek with his kiss- the guys shoved a bunch of cake on my head and proceeded to pour Jim, Jack, Johnnie, and Jose on me.
I wanted to tear their throats off for getting my dress soiled, but I doubted that it would look respectable in the public eye.
I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think, hell, I couldn't even smoke my joint in peace. Kirk was running circles in my mind, my thoughts crashing into each other, my heart and mind at war, and I was ashamed to admit, I think my heart was winning this battle.
Now I'm running on 3 hours of sleep and a ton of coffee to try and keep myself awake. It made cooking dreadful to me. I almost sliced my finger clean off the bone.
I hated him. Everything had been running smoother than I'd ever expected. The restaurant was generating more money than Rabbitt ever was, my love life was sadder than Axl Rose's, and I had finally come to peace with my addictions.
