15-Day Writing Challenge

Day 15: Ever After

Day 15: Write A Story Inspired By Your Favorite Song.

This is based off of my favorite song of all time, Ever After by the very talented band, Marianas Trench.

He was a beautiful mess -- a perfect disaster. She was everything the opposite. But they fit together like two pieces of different puzzles sometimes could.

In each other, they lost the world. And the world lost them. For decades, centuries, millennia, eons, they lay in each other's embrace, forgotten but unforgetting, ignorant of the universe and its cruelties.

She was a an intoxicating toxin, and she crept into his bloodstream -- up, up, up -- until he was addicted and could not live without her. So his fault was one of loving, for when he loved, it was like no other, and he could not say no.

No one could find them, and soon they could not remember what he had once been like, for she had so changed him. He gave up everything for her, and like a sin, she drank it up. Never were they apart, for even a day alone drove him to madness, and his limbs would shake.

He never knew if she loved him, but he loved her, and that was all that mattered. The dire consequences of such a poisonous love were ignored.

One day, after all that passed, she left. He begged her not to leave, to pull away, but she was cold and heartless, and she left. He was alone, and something was different. He saw what she had done to him -- trapped him, used him, and abandoned him, beaten and broken, to face the world alone. So he sought out the others, the ones he had once known. They recognized him, and they recognized how he had changed. They saw that he was no longer the beautiful boy he had once been, but an addict, and he could not exist any longer.

They threw him into a closed chamber, where he suffered many months in darkness and cold with others who had been lured into monstrosity with her. He fought for scraps, fought for a place, fought to forget, fought to survive. In his ferocious solitude, he faced his own music.

When he reemerged, he was not a beautiful boy, no longer a toy soldier in her porcelain army, but someone new.

He spread his wings and flew from the cruel chamber where he had learned to forget. He flew over lands and seas, struggling to leave behind his memories of her, for she still pulled on his heartstrings like a puppeteer on her puppets. One day, their paths crossed again. She beckoned to him, a slim-fingered hand gliding seamlessly across his skin. Mine, she whispered against his neck. Her pale complexion glowed against his. He shivered and fought to forget. Her bright red nails dug into his skin, leaving shadowed indents, and he pulled away.

He remembered their lust, but it had not been love. She would always be his disaster. But it could not, would not ever be.

He backed away, one foot after another, tripping over stardust and memories. She did not follow, only gazed after him with a mixture of hatred and desire burning through her features. Their eyes never strayed until he lost sight of her.

Goodbye, forever and ever after.

A/N: This is the end! I uploaded two stories a day late, but at least I did all of them. The beginning of the year is always hectic. I hope you enjoyed reading the stories as much as I enjoyed writing (most) of them. Have a wonderful day or a beautiful night!