"I love you so much." I sighed, slumping down on the concrete ground, outside of the venue that Aerosmith was playing at.
"But...?" Antonio slid down next to me, still holding my hand.
"But I'm a horrible fucking wife." I cried.
"No you're not, mi amour." He soothed, kissing the back of my hand. "Please explain why you think you are... Does it have anything to do with Mr. Tyler?"
"He can't just do this... He can't just show up in my life and expect everything to be the way it was!" I sobbed, hiding my face in my hands, as Antonio pulled me close to him, protecting my body from the cold.
"The way it was?" He questioned.
"We were desperately in love, life times ago... Just around the time the treaty was made, I caught him cheating on me with his current wife Cyrinda, and it tore me to shreds." I sobbed harder and harder, trying to gasp for air in between each word. "Then I began to spend more time with you, and I fell head over heels in love with you, and the arranged marriage didn't bother me so much anymore. I love you, and I made vows with you. Not him, but you. I'm gonna stick to my vows, and he needs to realize that."
"But you're still in love with him..." I could hear the pain hidden in Antonio's voice.
"I'm married to, and in love with, you." I avoided the question as much as possible.
"That doesn't answer my question." He sighed, causing me to sob even harder into his chest.
He and I both knew the answer, and it's an answer that neither of us wanted.
"You're my husband. I love you. I made vows." I just kept repeating, over and over again, as he rocked me back and forth, trying to soothe me. "You're my husband. I love you. I made vows."
"I love you too, but this isn't something you can just forget about... It's going to haunt you, and you and I both know that." He kissed my forehead.
"No. I will forget about it. It took me a while, but I forgot about him after I left him, and after we got married. I can forget about him again. I can and will do it." I stood my ground, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"And the same thing will happen the next time he comes back to Samarinia, or the next time you see him in the paper, or you hear another one of his albums... This will happen every single time you hear his name until the day you die." He sighed knowing what he must do. "And personally, I believe in heaven, so when you die, you'll still be up there, feeling that guilt, knowing you gave up on the love of your life."
"I didn't give up on him! He gave up on me!" I practically yelled. "And I love you! You're my husband!"
"I'm your husband, but not the love of your life." He corrected me, and it hurt so much knowing the truth.
"Regardless. I love you, and I'm not breaking something so good, so... so perfect, for something that will hurt me with every waking breath I take." I nuzzled closer to him. "I'm not breaking my vows, and I'm not leaving you."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that." He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
Suddenly, the roar of a massive audience could be heard from the open topped arena, as drums kicked in. The boys had taken the stage.
Then, Steven spoke into the microphone, and it was as audible as it was heart-wrenching.
"I wrote this song with Sukie Jones back in early '76, on a tour bus. I fell in love with Sukie and then I fucked up... So Sukie Jones, this one's for you! DO IT!" Steven screamed into the mic, as Joe began the opening riffs for Back In The Saddle.
"Of fucking course!" I screamed, bursting into tears again. "Can we just go home?"
Antonio paused for a minute, and then got up, pulling me up with him.
"Let's go, Principessa." He chuckled, kissing my cheek.
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Run Away From The Pain
FanfictionAlexandra Hastings hasn't seen day light for as long as she can remember. A victim of an abduction, she is distraught and emotionally damaged. However, after she manages to escape the clutches of her kidnapper, she meets up with Steven Tyler, and tr...
