Let's Make This Moment a Crime (Nate Ruess) *THIS STORY IS HORRIBLE DON'T READ*

Chapter Four

Warning: Mild sexual activity, suicide refrence, self-harm refrence

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I rolled off of Ivy onto the pillow next to me, feeling refreshed and stress-free. I sighed happily and wrapped my arms around her.

She giggled and kissed my nose. "I forgot how good you are in bed."

I smiled warmly. "I haven't had this kind of a stress reliever since I was eighteen," I remarked.

Confused, Ivy asked, "What have you been doing the last fifteen years?"

I shrugged. "Sleeping around. Writing songs. Dealing with an on-again-off-again relationship. Drinking. Being depressed. Wishing I had married you and brought you to New Jersey with me."

She smiled just a bit and straddled my hips. "Why didn't you take me with you?"

I sighed deeply, running a scarred hand through my gelled and messed-up hair. "Didn't have the money. I also thought I'd be distracted from starting the Format and putting out Interventions + Lullubies."

Noticing the knife scars on my wrists, Ivy gasped, taking my arm in her hands.

"Nate!" she exclaimed, tracing a scar with her delicate fingers. "You've been thinking suicide?"

I nodded solemnly, pulling my arm back and putting on a pair of boxers. "I've been doing nothing in my life. I feel like such a loser."

She pulled on her panties. "Suicide isn't the answer, Nate. And you've done lots to be proud of. You just wrote a number one single."

"With a ton of help. I couldn't have done it without everyone," I said, helping her strap on her bra. "You actually saved my life today, Ivy," I told her, and she held her breath.

"How?" she asked in barely a whisper, turning to face me.

I started to braid her hair, just like how it was when she was fifteen.

"I was going to leave the bar and go drown myself in the river, but you called just in time...and I fell in love with you all over again."

"Oh...Nate..." Ivy murmured, pulling me into a hug and starting to cry right on my shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do...knowing that you were dead..."

I started to cry myself, stroking her beautiful gold-and-pink hair.

"I love you..." I breathed, kissing the top of her head. "I am really, really fucking in love with you."