Across the Sea [ currently : on hold ]

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           Just a little Authors Note ; Hey guys! This is my first story on here, I've worked very hard on it [ Like the majority of the people on here ] And just wanted to thank you guys for giving it a read, I would appriciate it if you could give any type of critisim and/or comment, it really motivates me to continue writing it! I hope you enjoy this as much as I liked writing it

I also would like to dedicate this to babykay1494 & Hawkshire. BabyKay, thank you for the amazing cover, seriously. Need a cover? Go find one of her many shops around  ~

Hawkshire's charater is Hayden so thank you for letting me use him ~

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“You’re just doing this for the money! Maybe my followers are right, I should have gone back to Italy a long time ago!” Rosaria screamed, clutching her suitcase in hand as she glared at Hayden. How could he do this to her…to them? Or was there ever a ‘them’? Was the whole ‘relationship’ just something for fame? Rosaria turned on her heel, walking to the door when she turned around only to see he was advancing.

“I would never do this for the money Rosaria. You know me better than that.” The young man approached her, hands out in front of him in a surrendering gesture. He needed to hug her because to him that physical contact would make her hard exterior melt into that girl that he fell in love with. But with that glare she gave him, full of hurt and their failing relationship…he swallowed and the only sound he heard was her breathing. That wonderful sound…even if it was just a simple breath, it was that which woke him up in the morning and the thing that he listened to when they fell asleep in eachother’s arms. He clung onto that sound, scared that he would never hear that again. She would leave him and that house that they bought together. This never was about Youtube or their fame, it may had started out that way but he saw the real her. She wasn’t ‘RoseyToesie’, she was Rosaria…a girl that could light up a room.

As Rosaria looked at that longing in his eyes, she couldn’t help but smell the burning eggs that were behind him. But she looked away as if she didn't care and her whole world was changed into a picture with color to something you would find in depressing books. Those green eyes showed so many emotions, they always had. She remembered when they would watch Disney movies together and cuddle since she would always talk him into watching them with her. Their favorite was Finding Nemo along with some others. It was their thing that they loved to do together. But now...they never did it because they were never home or "it had been a long day" or they didn't want to spend time together. She started to wonder how this all got so wrong so fast. Was the real reason all in herself? With this on her mind she another look at the eggs. Perfect. The way she liked them.

She watched as more rain splattered on the window and couldn't help but remember how they would go to Turtles Peak and get in plastic moving boxes. After getting in they would fly down the rainy & slick grass trying to see who would win in their little games. They would laugh and smile as they joked about the weather and discussed the real meaning of life. They were the perfect couple that people would kill for but on the inside things were crumbling down faster and faster with each gaze cast aside and each word left unsaid.

“I just don’t know anymore Hayden…”

Hayden could hear the tone in her voice, the one that was almost hurt. She had a right, he reasoned with himself, to be angry. She was young, beautiful, creative, wild, and trapped in their boring, day to day routine. Anyone as lovely as her would be out of their mind to accept something as devastating as sitting down. If he was really honest with himself, he was surprised she hadn't left yet. She wasn't one to quit, but she wasn't one to stick around in a life that she didn't deserve to be caught up in. It wasn't that he wanted her to leave because he didn't. It was just that he didn't want her to be stuck in this. That was why he often contemplated leaving, setting her free. The only thing that ever stopped him was the image of someone else teaching her how to skip rocks or serenading her at random moments in the day. That was his thing, even if he didn't do it anymore. Call him selfish, but Rosaria was his.

“Please Rosaria, you know I would never do that. I loved you from the very beginning…I know that times are getting rough with the followers but we can work through this. I just want you to be happy.”

Sure, he had stopped trying at their relationship, but so had she. It was two sided, and neither could argue that point. He hadn't kept track of who started slacking first, but he knew that it wasn't the only one who had given up on having a storybook love. He wasn't mad. He didn't blame her. He didn't blame himself either. He didn't blame anyone because everyone was at fault and you can't really blame everyone because no one would buy that.

Rosaria took one more look at him and rested her hand on the doorknob. It was either her job or their love…With one flick of the wrist they could be set free from each other, living their lives like they had worked so hard for. But…what if her life wasn’t supposed to be lived that way?