Metallica one shots and headcannons

Still loving you 💫 (James Hetfield one shot)

  In your balcony you think about a man that you loved a lot and still hope that would come to you one day...

I stand on the balcony of the house we once called ours. Every place of this house is full of our memories, like shadows of what used to be. The overgrown rose garden, the fading paint. All memories of a life that ended the moment he walked away. This house was more than just a building. It was where we built a world together. I never thought about leaving this house. Even though it seems stupid and it hurts to stay in a place where you once spent time with someone you loved, I have never had the heart to do it. In my heart, I always hope that he can come back to me. I wait for him every day. We have been a part of each other 's lives for so long, since we were just teenagers madly in love with each other, dreaming of a future far away from this world.

But I never imagined it would've ended with this, me alone, in the house once we shared, haunted by memories of our love. I got closer to the front door, where he stood here, the night he left he said, "You deserve a better life than the one I can give you." His words were so calm that they destroyed me. But in his eyes, they were filled with sadness. "The life I will live, it's difficult and you don't deserve that. You need to live your dream life. That's why I need to leave" I told him that I didn't care about that. I would've done everything for us. I just wanted to stay with the man I love the most. I begged him to stay. But he made his choice and left me alone.

Several years have passed, but everything seems like it happened yesterday. I sat in an armchair reading a book. Some minutes passed and I heard the sound of a car pulling up to the driveway below. My heart started racing as I went outside and I watched a man getting out of the car. The sight of him, older, but still the same, sent a shock to my chest. It's really him, it's really my James.

He climbs the stairs slowly, like each step is a battle with the past. I didn't move. I couldn't. I'm torn between the hurt of his leaving and the love I've never been able to forget. When he reached the top of the stairs and stood in front of me, his face showed regret, but his eyes always had the same beauty, those eyes that I fell madly in love with. "Y/n" he whispered "James" I said. "I shouldn't have left" he says, his voice rough but steady. "I thought it would be the right thing to do, but in reality I only hurt us". I shook my head, the memories of that night, of him walking away, rushed back. "James, you didn't just hurt me, you left everything we built. This was our house, the one we shared a lot of movements together" I whispered, with a pain in my voice.

His gaze softened, and he stepped closer. His fingers brushed my cheek, just he used to and for a moment, it felt like no time had passed. "I know. I've regretted it every day since. I thought you'd be better without me, but the truth is... I've been so lonely without you". Tears blurred my vision, but I didn't pull away. Instead I closed my eyes, leaning in his touch, craving the comfort that only he can give. The comfort I dreamt so much. "I never stopped waiting. Every day and night I would've checked on the balcony if you would've return" I confess, my voice was trembling. "I didn't care about the life you were going to do. I just wanted to stay with you". Then a long silence fell between us. Finally, he took my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. "Do you remember the ballroom?" He asked softly, his eyes searching mine.

I wiped away my tears and nodded. A small smile appeared on my lips. The ballroom, my favourite room. It wasn't that big, but for us, it was magical. Some nights, when we wanted to disappear from the world, we'd sneak there and dance. No music, just the rhythm of our hearts and the sound of our feet on the floor. "Let's go, then" he said, his voice was barely a whisper. Without thinking, I took his hand, and we walked through the house, past the rooms that still carried traces of our time together. "Since you left, I haven't come in here" I said and opened the door. It's exactly as we left it-dusty, but filled with the ghosts of those nights as we danced, lost in each other.

He pulled me into his arms, just like he used to, and I closed my eyes, leaning into him as we danced, like we did. His hand rested on my lower back, his other cradling mine. And we danced in the sound of silence. "I thought about this room every night" he whispered, hi breath warm against my ear. "Every time I close me eyes, I was her. With you". I rested my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "I missed you" I murmur, that was barely audible. "I missed this." He tightens his grip on me, pulling me even closer, like he's afraid of letting me go again. His lips brushed the top of my head, then trailed down to my temple. "I'm never leaving again. I promise" he says, his voice thick with emotion. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you'll let me."

I pull back slightly to look into his eyes, cupping his cheeks. His gaze was intense, filled with the weight of all the years we've lost. "You're here now" I say softly, kissing his cheek. "That's all that matters." His lips found mine, and the kiss was slow, tender, like the first time all over again. It deepened, filled with the passion finally reunited after being torn apart. His hands roamed my back, pulling me against him, and I melted in the warmth of his embrace. When the kiss ended, we were both breathless, but neither of us pulled away. Instead he lifted me gently off the ground, spinning me in a slow circle like we used to, our laughter echoing in the room. It felt like a dream, one that I never wanted to wake up from.

As he set me down, his forehead rested against mine, and I could feel the love radiating from him. "I love you" he whispers, with a calm voice. "I always have. I just didn't know how to hold on to it." Tears fell down from my cheeks, but they weren't from sadness. They're from the overwhelming joy of having him back, knowing that we've found our way back to each other. "l love you too" I whisper. "And I'm never letting go."

We stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. The ballroom around us is fading into the background. It was just us now, dancing through the memories of what we were and the promise of everything we still can be. 

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