"𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿."
𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, the greatest rock band the generation has ever seen, the bona fide rockstars of their time.
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✧ 22nd February 2005 ✧ London, England
THE SIGHT was far greater than any familiarity. She had lived and breathed in during her early years of the band, and Maia had quite forgotten how emotionless it all made her feel. The unknown men walking in and out of her bedroom, kissing her until all the air had been sucked out for good and fucking her with no source of love nor sincerity. It became yet another drug that blocked off the remembrance of loneliness and rejection, to succumb to the idea that happiness was simply not made for people like her.
The knocked out man in her bed brought no sense of emotions out of her. She knew not his name, not how they had crossed paths, she remembered not their conversation beforehand and certainly not how he had fucked her in the hotel's elevator, rough hands pressed the Norwegian against the cold metal walls, his fingers pinching up her dress and tugging aside her knickers. It hardly mattered anymore. She no longer had any obligations to any man she dared to love, and Liam eventually died in her mind——the mention of his name miserably leaving her weak because though her actions betrayed what she intended, Maia loved him unequivocally and had it not been for fate's brutal tricks of destiny, she would not have begin to let him go.
But it was right. No matter how much it fucking hurts to let the silence consume them, to tell Liam that this is it. Nothing else to be done, nothing else to salvage, and absolutely nothing else to love. She had no way of giving the Mancunian a bigger part of herself, she knew not how to when it ached for somebody who was out of reach.
She only wanted the days to get on by. Faster and faster, forgotten. She tied herself up with the responsibilities she owed to the band and when nighttime came, her body became a victim to the substance abuse and more melancholically, to casual sex. Much like it always did before. Only this time, Maia kissed these men with the wrath of the unknown, with an intention to forget the men who sought for her soul and broke her apart, and she kissed them with the comfort of being somebody to accompany her through the empty nights in her hotel room.
She barely owned a home, for fuck's sake. The house she purchased with Liam, she abandoned altogether. She did not bother to make an enquiry on what he wished to do with it, although she did not have to ask to know that he must have sold it off with the same purpose of wanting to leave the past behind. All for good. Maia, of course, could have roamed around to find a landed house. She did not quite see the point, though. She found no necessity to rot in a large home with nobody to occupy it along with her. The distant walls would only harm her melancholy further, her weary loneliness.
And as she stared at the naked man in her hotel's bed, his bare back staring back up at her with flashes of their intimacy the night before——the whispers of curses and creaking of the mattress below them, the thudding against the wall, and even the soreness of her knees.. one would have thought that it would ne gratifying enough. It should be enough. Always enough to forget, but that seemed entirely impossible when the one person she wished to vanish from the earth altogether, the man who haunted her relationship with his own brother, it is vehemently impossible to truly forget when Noel stalked her through the dusk and dawn in favour of love and respect and formidable safe-keeping.
