Forever In Your Arms [Andy Biersack Love Story]

I'll Never Let You Down, I Promise Right Here, Right Now

I don't know if you've ever been so in love, that you were blinded by it. For once in my life, I was. Every time that I see him, my heart shutters and everything around me becomes foggy. I was head over heels, and maybe that wasn't a good thing.

"Tell me, if I bought this leather jacket, where would you suggest I stud it?" Andy was holding up a standard leather jacket. He began motioning to area of the jacket and verbally vomiting his ideas. "Scar, are you listening?"

I peered back at him, tearing my gaze away from a couple sitting on the bench outside. "Hmm? Oh yeah, that one looks cool."

Andy, picking up on the hollowness of my answer, set the jacket on the rack and approached me, "If you want to do something else, just tell me."

The woman at the counter kept on looking at us and then whispering to her coworker. "Umm, not to interrupt you in being sweet, but I think you have a fan over there." I said, motioning to the two women.

"They're happy and you're not. They can wait." He placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Babe, stop. Just go say hi or something. I'm fine, I promise." I couldn't help but choke up a little bit. 

Things between Andy and I have began to fizzle out. I guess the honeymoon mode of the relationship was over. We still had undoubted feelings for each other, we just haven't been as expressive with it like we had before.

Seeing the coldness and my mentality to close the subject, Andy went to the counter. I could barely hear what he was saying, but those girls were definitely fans, what with the silent squealing. I got up and stepped outside. Taking out a cigarette, I lit it and let Andy finish his business.

Hearing the jingle of the door, Andy made it quick and walked out. "Look, Scar, I don't know what's going on with you, but I want to help. Just let me know." I took a long drag on the cigarette and looked at him. "I can't help you if I don't know how to." He slightly rose his voice. Not letting my hardness falter, he got flustered and walked back into the store. I watched him through the window, he purchased the leather jacket and walked out. "Let's just go home, you obviously don't want to be out and about."

We walked home in awkward silence. Neither of us were daring enough to speak. I don't know about him, but I was to nervous to talk because I was afraid of what I would say.

Before we got to our street, Andy stopped and looked at me. I was drawing on another cigarette. He lifted his arm and revealed his tattoo. "You see this?" He pointed at his arm, "this was for you. I'm trying to tie myself to you in every way that I can, but I can't do that if you keep severing the ties."

I turned, holding back my anger, I raised my sleeve and pointed at my matching one, "Yeah, you're not the only one. I'm not severing ties, between the both of us, they're just loosening."

Hurt washed over his face, "What do you mean loosening?" As soon as the question left his lips, he drew back into himself, because he didn't want to hear the answer.

"Can't you see how it's been lately. We used to see eye to eye on everything, but now we spat about the simple stuff that didn't matter before. We used to go out of our way to be with each other, and slowly we're finding way to be alone. I'm not mad, I'm upset because I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anything, and it's killing me to see this happening to us." I breathed in a deep breath and found that my head was lighter.

"This is a two way street, you know. Sometimes there's a traffic jam and a gap is made, but eventually, the traffic will go back to a smooth working street. You just have to give it time. Scarlette, I've never had somebody who was willing to put up with everything that I am and love me without restraint. I intend to show you the same thing. I love you, well, more than I could ever scream."

I felt the blood rising to my cheeks as I remembered the lyrics from Mortician's Daughter, a song that was wrote for me. "That's not hard." I said, making mock-fun of him. He laughed and the awkward tension was broken.

He wrapped his arms around me and we continued to walk, "All you have to do is say what's on you're mind. We can't fix it if we don't know it's broken. I promise you, right here, right now, I will never ever let you down."

"Andy?"

"Yeah, Scar?"

"Do you swear?"

"Swear on what?"

"On me, that you won't stop loving me?"

"I'll answer you when the sun burns out."