Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Unspoken

Amalie had been following him for over a week and he still hadn't dropped anything. You would think that people drop things everyday, he was bound to drop something sooner or later, right? She didn't even know why she was still following him anyway. There were no indications that he was still interested in her. He probably forgot all about her long ago. She had left him after all. She should have given up years ago, there's no way he was going to come back after what she did to him. He had done his best to stay away from her so far why would he change his mind? 

Bruno thanks the girl at the counter for his coffee and pulls out his wallet to pay. As he lays the bills on the counter a small rectangular piece of paper falls from his wallet. Completely oblivious he returns his wallet to his back pocket and heads for the door. Amalie waits a moment, as soon as he is through the door, she darts for the slip of paper. When she retrieves it, her eyes widen and her heart begins to hum, beating so quickly she has a hard time catching her breath. She pushes her unruly curls out of her face and takes a deep breath. Its not a slip of paper at all. Its a photograph of her. Its wrinkled and worn on the corners on account of being in his wallet. It's from five years ago, not professionally taken, its from your run of the mill digital camera, printed on store bought picture paper. Of her leaning up against a brick wall with one hand buried among her curls and the other holding on to a ring between pointed finger and thumb. She's grinning so hard her eyes are only slits. She rushes out of the coffee house and down the street. Bruno couldn't have gotten far. She would catch up with him, she though to herself, she had to. 

Amalie runs down the street bobbing and weaving between the sea of bodies that flood the sidewalk. The crowd thins and she manages to grab his shoulder as he stops to toss his coffee cup. He spins around and his eyes go widen in disbelief.

"I thought you'd forgotten all about me."

"Never," he replies crossing his arms over his chest. 

Panting Amalie raised her head to meet his eyes with hers. The pain and anger in his dark brown eyes show as fiercely as they did the day she betrayed and left him. Manifested as tears his pain becomes more evident as his waterlines become red. She covers her mouth with her hand and her own tears start. 

"What do you want?" he asks tonelessly.

"I just thought I'd--I came to--I wanted to," she stammers unable to find the words. 

"Spit it out." He takes a deep breath and narrow his eyes at her. "What do you want?" 

"Daddy!" A gleeful young girl's voice calls out. Amalie looks over her shoulder to see a little girl no older than six with a head of thick dark brown curls and hazel eyes. She has Bruno's face and nose and his cheerful disposition to boot. She embraces him at the hips and quickly dries his eyes. 

"Hi princess," he says in a feigned happy voice. He scoops her up and plants a kiss on her cheek. She giggles. Just then a fair woman with jet black waves, an hourglass figure and brown eyes joins then two of them. She glances at Amalie acknowledging her but doesn't say a word.

"Hey Jess," he says without any inflection his voice. "I thought you were gonna bring her over later." She greets him with a kiss on the cheek and he does the same in return. 

"I am," Jess replies. "I'm running errands, she saw you and bolted down the street." 

"Well I'm happy to see you Monkey." Bruno snuggles the little girl and taps her nose with his pointer finger. "Are you being a good girl for mommy? Cuz' if you're not Mr. Tickle Monster is gonna have to come get you!" He curves his fingers into a bird's claw and wiggles them near his daughter's stomach. 

"Yes daddy," she giggles. "I promise." 

"That's my girl," he sets her down and crouches in front of her. "I'll see you later Monkey."

"Ok daddy." She takes her mother's hand and looks up at her. 

"See you later," he says to Jess. 

"Yeah, see you." she gives him a small smile and leaves with a wave. His eyes set on Amalie again. They stand in silence. He turns and begins walking, she follows close behind and after what seems like an eternity they arrive at a park. Under the cover of a tree just a few feet from a dimly lit  lamp. He turns to her. Her eyes finally leave the ground and peer up into his. 

"You have a daughter."

"Cadence. She's six and a half."

"And a wife."

"Ex-wife. It's been over for a year."

"Ex?"

"You didn't answer my question." He steps toward her. "Why are you here? What do you want?" his hands fall to his side and form fists. "To apologize? To tell me that you didn't mean for things to end up this way? To try an take back all the pain you caused me?"

"Bruno, I--"

"I gave you so many chances to say you're sorry, so many I can hardly count them." 

"You're right, I don't deserve another chance with you but I--" Amalie parts her lips to speak but when she opens her mouth no words come. Tears stream down her cheeks instead and she covers her mouth to stifle her cries. "I couldn't help it. I had to try. I had to look for you.I wanted--I need you to know that I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry Bruno. I never wanted to hurt you--I just I didn't want to lose my chance. I thought that if I lost that one everything would be over."

"Whether you were famous or not, my feelings wouldn't have changed. You know that."

"Did I?"

"You should have." 

"But its all right now," Amalie whispers. "Its ok now. You can hate me and be mad all you want--I deserve it. But please, accept my apology. Please Bruno, I--"

He looks at her, takes a deep breath and averts his eyes. 

"It's ok," she says between wiping her eyes. "You don't have to love me. Like you said: You never loved me." 

He grabs her by the shoulders and gives them an incredulous shake. "Every night I fell asleep to the thought of us and what I would say if you were here. Every morning, I woke up to the loneliness of your absence. Don't you dare suggest I never loved you."

 Her eyes widen but the tears still fall. 

"Everyday since you hurt me, I've thought of you. Everyday since I decided I didn't want to see you, against my best intentions, I've thought of you. I've loved you all this time. Don't you get it Mellie? I never stopped loving you."

"But Bruno how could y--after what I did--how...?"

Bruno draws her in with a hand on the side of her face and the other underneath her shirt on the skin of the small of her back. His fingertips dig into her skin but she doesn't allow their lips to touch. 

"I'm so sorry Bruno." She puts her hands on his chest, grabs a fistful of his leather jacket and places on hand on his cheek. 

"Shut up, I already forgave you." He leans in but she pulls away just enough to keep their lips from touching. 

"No, Bruno listen. I'm really, really sorry." She strokes his cheek carefully. "I should have never put my career before us. I was afraid that I was gonna lose it all--I wasn't thinking straight. I mean it, I never wanted to hurt you." 

 He blinks, a tear starts down his cheek and she wipes it away. He nods and she leans in. Mere inches from their lips touching she pauses. 

"I love you," she says just above a whisper. 

Their lips meet the two melt into each other. Bruno grasps her lips with his between and underneath them and pulls backward until their lips disconnect. Mellie tilts her head in the opposite direction and Bruno follows grasping them again and his tongue enters her mouth. She responds in the same way and buries her hands among his dark tight curls. He pulls her closer and she pulls his hair. When they step apart, both of them are smiling. Bruno offers her his hand, she laces her fingers between his. He kisses her temple; they walk to back to the street and disappear among sea of people already apart of the city's night life.