A/n: "Dedicated to Zialllover because she shared this story and she's my only friend here in wattpad :( but anyways, enjoy! x P.S. Listen to the song --->"
Blue Styles || Chapter One; Fighting Dragons with You.
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Blue’s POV
“Love is a strong affection you feel towards people. You can feel it towards your family, friends and yourself… But there is one type of love that’s strong enough to confuse you. The kind of love you’ll feel towards someone that overpowers your love towards your family, friends and yourself someday. The kind of love that can make you insane in any possible way, it is a special feeling. But underneath that feeling, there might be a heartbreak, which will come on your way. But if ever heartbreak got you, don’t be afraid to stand up, to jump then fall again.” My mum narrated, clutching the notebook in her chest. Her eyes were teary and were focused on the picture of my daddy, Harry.
She looked down to her lap then the tears that were threatening to fall before were making their way down now. Her soft breathing turned to whimpering then the sniffling and hiccupping started. It breaks my heart that my mum’s crying because of my dad. It’s all his fault that my mum’s crying, it’s all his fault why I can’t help but to cry too, it’s all his fault for arguing with my mum over the smallest things, it’s all his fault that my mum had given everything to him then dumped her just because he had fallen out of love towards my mother. Why does it have to be this way? Why not just stay here, just do his responsibility of being father and a loving husband to me and my mum? Why does he have to leave my mum, heartbroken, who has nobody to cry on but me?
I made my way towards my mum, giving her a bone-crushing hug as she cry and cry on my shoulder while I was rubbing her back, soothingly and whispering sweet nothings. I’m only 14 years old yet I feel like I have whole world, weighing on my shoulder. I’m supposed to be studying, hanging out with my friends, hating on Monday morning, attending parties and whatnot but not here comforting my mum. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, I love the attention and I love everything about her but it’s just… It’s not my duty to do these things because I shouldn’t be doing these to her if my father didn’t leave the both of us.
My mum pulled back from the hug and wiped the tears away hastily, putting on a fake smile then placed the notebook in front of us. I stared at it before opening the cover. On the top of the notebook, there was a beautiful cursive letters; it says ‘Long Live’. I scanned the whole page, realizing that it must be a song or a poem that my mum made because it consists of simple words, yet intriguing and deep meaning.
My brows furrow in confusion, thinking of what might the meaning be. I heard her chuckle then I looked up to her, smiling that she chuckled after crying. At least, she chuckled right? At least I can guarantee that there’s still a bit of happiness, lingering in her heart.
“Blue, do you want me tell you of how me and your daddy Harry met? And how I ended up writing that song? I could sing that to you if you want me after telling mine’s and your dad’s story.” She smiled. I nodded eagerly, letting her know that I’m listening.
“Well, me and your father met, a decade before we graduated in high school. The first time meeting him, I said, ‘remember this moment’ in the back of my mind. Back in high school, the crowds went wild when your father and I shook our hands after the graduation, saying congratulations to each other. We felt like we were the kings and the queens as they read off our name. On the night of our prom, he had picked me up then we danced. I was his date and he danced like he knew our lives would never be the same that day. There was a picture of him in my history book page, holding his head like a hero. I took it after we went on our separate ways. That day, I thought that it was the end of a decade but I knew that it was also a start of an age. But before he left, I said, ‘remember this feeling’ as I passed the pictures of all the years we stood there on the sidelines, wishing for a right time. There was once a memory where he traded his baseball cap just for a crown. There was once a memory also when we won in cheerleading and soccer. When they gave us our trophies, we held them up for our town. Those who hate me and your father were screaming that those trophies were meaningless. But we shrugged it off because we were the band of thieves and ripped up jeans who rule the world. After that, there was a celebration. He spun me around while I was chanting; ‘hold on’ as the confetti falls to the ground. I was thinking that time, that celebration might break us or keep us on falling. On the last day of us, seeing each other I told him this; ‘Will you take a moment? Promise me this. That you’ll stand by me forever but if god forbid, fate should step in. Then force us into a good bye, if you have children someday. When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name. Tell them how the crowds went wild; tell them how I hope they shine.’ The walls we crashed through, they’re like kingdoms light shine just for me and him. I was screaming long live and all the magics we made, we brought all of the pretenders because we weren’t afraid. I was screaming long live while we move from place to place, I had the time of my life fighting problems with him. The look in his face was beautiful. He smiled at me then we kissed and I know someday, we will be remembered…” She finished, crying again. The story of my parents was beautiful; the one who’d say that it wasn’t is a bitter person.
She stood up, walking upstairs. After a few minutes, she went back with a guitar and a guitar pick. “Blue… My son, I want you to listen to this song. I love you…” She said before building a chord, then started strumming the guitar.
“I said, remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wildWe were the kings and the queens
And they read off our names
The night you danced like you knew our lives
Would never be the sameYou held your head like a hero
On a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an ageLong live the walls we crashed through
While the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
I was screaming, long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be rememberedI said, remember this feeling
I passed the pictures around
Of all the years that we stood there on the sidelines
Wishing for right nowWe are the kings and the queens
You traded your baseball cap for a crown
When they gave us our trophies
And we held them up for our townAnd the cynics were outraged
Screaming, this is absurd
'Cause for a moment a band of thieves
In ripped-up jeans got to rule the worldLong live the walls we crashed through
While the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
I was screaming, long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraidLong live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming, long live the look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be rememberedHold on to spinning around
Confetti falls to the ground
May these memories break or fallAnd you take a moment
Promise me this
That you'll stand by me forever
But if God forbid fate should step inAnd force us into a goodbye
If you have children someday
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my nameTell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shineLong live the walls we crashed through
I had the time of my life with youLong, long live the walls we crashed through
All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
And I was screaming, long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraidSinging, long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
And long, long live the look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered.”“The song is beautiful and mum… Please… You need to stop crying because it breaks my heart to see you, all heartbroken. I love you too mum.” I said in between sobs.
“Blue, don’t be like me. Don’t be too dumb when it comes to love. I love you; please don’t let anybody break your heart. We’ll start a new life… I love you.”
But the thing is… I haven’t felt what my mum’s talking about. But I’m promising this to her, I won’t let anybody break my heart because it’s a must, a command from my mother who had her heart, broken by my own hateful father.
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