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Don't Cry ! Part Eleven !

~Change of plans. Since I've done so many for Rocket Queen I will be doing Don't Cry, Patience, You Could Be Mine and November Rain~

It was one of those nights where everything felt like it was on the edge of snapping. A storm had been brewing between Izzy and me for days, little things piling up, tempers fraying. I should've known better than to let it get to this point—I should've been better, but it was like everything in me was just a ticking time bomb, and Izzy had said something that hit a nerve I couldn't ignore.

The Hell House was the kind of place that had its own dark energy—chaotic, loud, and full of tension, but it was home, for better or worse. And right now, it felt like the walls were closing in on me. We'd both been on edge for too long, each of us carrying our own demons, and it just took one small thing for us to crack. One misunderstanding. One wrong word.

The fight was ugly—loud, full of words we didn't mean, and I said some things that I regretted the second they came out of my mouth. Izzy was right there in front of me, his face hardening, that usual calm gone, replaced with something sharper, something that hurt. I could see the pain in his eyes, the hurt I'd caused, but I couldn't stop. I was too far gone in my own anger, my own frustration, and I pushed until he said he needed space.

Space.

It hit me harder than I thought it would. I was pissed. He was pissed. It was all too much. I'd already snapped, and the only thing I could do was storm out of the room and away from him. I wasn't ready to face it.

I took off toward the back of the house, pushing through the cluttered hallway to the home studio. The room was a mess, just like my head. Everything was scattered around—the guitars, the amps, the old notebooks with lyrics I hadn't finished. I slammed the door behind me, locking myself in, the silence pressing against my ears like a weight I couldn't shake off.

I sat down at the desk, my fingers absently tracing the edge of the paper that sat there, the pen in my hand like some kind of lifeline. My heart was pounding, my mind racing, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. My chest was tight, a deep ache I couldn't explain. I didn't know what to do with myself anymore.

I couldn't just leave things like this. Not with Izzy. I'd never been good at dealing with emotions—I never had been—but with him... with Izzy, it was different. There was so much love there, and I was so damn scared of screwing it up. It was easy to forget that when we were fighting.

I took a deep breath, my eyes falling on a guitar in the corner. It was one of the older ones, a reminder of where we started. I didn't touch it. Not yet.

Instead, I grabbed a blank sheet of paper and started scribbling, the pen moving faster than I could think. The words came out like a flood, raw and unrefined, like I couldn't hold back the things I'd been carrying inside.

"Talk to me softly,

There's something in your eyes

Don't hang your head in sorrow

And please don't cry"

I paused, hearing the weight of the words I'd just written. It was like the song had already started speaking for me, speaking for what I couldn't put into words before. I'd hurt Izzy. I knew it. I felt it deep in my bones. But I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want him to think that it was all over, that we couldn't get through this. That would be the worst thing. I couldn't lose him.

I bit my lip, thinking back to everything we'd been through, the highs and lows. The times we had laughed until we couldn't breathe, the moments where he held me close when the world felt like it was falling apart. I could still feel him, even now, even through the anger. I could feel the connection between us, like an invisible thread that kept pulling me back to him, no matter how far I tried to run.

"I know how you feel inside

I've been there before

Something's changin inside you

And don't you know"

The words came out softer now. Slower. Each line felt heavier, like it carried all the regret, all the apologies that I didn't know how to say. The ache in my chest grew, but it wasn't just because of the fight. It was because I couldn't fix things with just a few words. There wasn't a quick fix for this. All I had was this damn song.

I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the notebook. I couldn't believe how much I was letting out. But it felt right. I needed to say it, even if it was just through the lyrics. Even if it wasn't enough to make it better, it was something. I was trying to figure out how to make it better.

And somehow, in that moment, I knew the words weren't just for me. They were for Izzy too. I didn't care if he never heard the song. What mattered was that it was a part of me now, a part of the way I felt about him.

"Don't you cry tonight

I still love you, baby

Don't you cry tonight

Don't you cry tonight

There's a heaven above you, baby

And don't you cry tonight"

I wiped my hand over my face, feeling the burn of exhaustion behind my eyes. I could hear the sound of my own voice in my head, the echo of a soft melody, and suddenly it was clear.

It wasn't about the fight anymore. It was about us. It was about all the things we'd built together, all the memories, and all the love that had come between the cracks. No matter how hard things got, we had something real. Something worth fighting for.

But damn, I didn't know how to tell him that right now. I didn't know how to fix what I'd broken.

I picked up the guitar and strummed a few notes, the chords fitting the mood perfectly. It wasn't anger in my hands now. It was sadness, longing, hope. The music felt like a bridge between me and Izzy—between the mess I'd made and the person I wanted to be for him.

I closed my eyes as the melody wrapped around me, and I felt the weight in my chest ease, if only a little.

"Give me a whisper

And give me a sigh

Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye

Don't you take it so hard now

And please don't take it so bad

I'll still be thinking of you

And the times we had, baby"

I stopped playing for a moment, my fingers lingering on the strings. The song was still coming together in my head, the last bit of tension lifting, but I couldn't finish it yet. Not until I made things right. Not until I talked to him. I had to go back.

I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair and walked out of the room, the guitar still in my hands. The house felt quieter now, the echoes of our fight still hanging in the air, but I knew what I had to do. I had to fix this—we had to fix this.

I wasn't going to let it end like this. Not with Izzy. Not when there was still so much love between us.

As I walked down the hall toward the living room, I could feel my heart pounding. I was scared. I didn't know what he'd say, or if he even wanted to talk to me. But I couldn't sit here and keep writing songs that only half-expressed what I needed to say.

I needed to face him. And I had to start with saying I was sorry. "Izzy?" I said noticing his red puffy eyes as he wiped away his tears. "Axl" He croaked as I just wanted to cry right there. I ran over to his arms and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry" I said over and over again. I was now crying and he just held me tightly. "I forgive you, Axl. It was stupid" He said holding me tightly as he rubbed my back. 

"Don't ever leave me" I said looking at him as he kissed me, there was so much love and lost feelings in that kiss that I knew he forgave me. "I'll never leave you" He said as I hugged him. 

After an hour of us just holding each other I finally showed him the song. He loved it and knew it was my way of showing my feelings. I really don't deserve him.