The Hole Where My Heart Used To Be.

And sinking ships

--David's P.O.V.--

I opened the door and warily stepped back into our tour bus, back into shouting match territory. Oddly enough Kyle was nowhere to be found, I found myself sighing with relief, that was until I made my way to the bathroom and took a look in the mirror to assess the damage. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't very good either.

I let out a frustrated sigh and groan as I wet some tissue and began to carefully wash off the blood on my face. The lounge room door opened and closed and I felt a panic rise inside me as Kyle passed by, stopped, and then turned around to look at me. He looked at my face and I turned to look at him. His face hadn't stirred one bit as he examined my face. We made eye contact and not once did I feel like he cared.

He let out a small sigh and turned around heading back to the front of the bus and taking his leave. "Oh no it's fine I just got into A FIGHT WITH TYLER!!" I shouted, my voice gradually rising until I was practically screaming. I sighed and decided to stop yelling for now, hoping I could save my voice from further damage, considering we had a show tonight.

I threw the tissue into the trash angrily as I walked to my bunk and climbed in it, putting my headphones in and blasting my music until I was exhausted from all the angry tears that poured from my eyes and I was too tired to hate anything at all.

I did not dream.

--Kyle's P.O.V.--

I could hear David shouting in the bus but I ignored him and made my way to a nice diner to have myself something to eat before our show tonight.

I sat alone in a booth, making sure I was nicely covered up so that nobody would recognize me. "What can I get ya' sugar?" A nice old waitress with faded red curly hair in a blue vintage style waitress uniform asked me with a clean white smile, "Anything that can fix a bad case of broken heart syndrome." I said with a sad laugh, "So a nice burger with some fries and a milkshake?" She asked kindly, "Yeah, that'll do just fine." I smiled at her, "Alright hun, it'll be out shortly. If you need to talk let me know, my name is Darla." She added as she walked off.

I nodded and looked out of the window, looking up at the grey sky. What a perfect day to feel like shit.

How could David do this to me? I loved him with all my heart and soul and he just threw it away, and for what? A stupid one night stand. I bet money that the man left before David even woke up. I huffed to myself. At least I'd be there in the morning.

He fooled me into thinking that he actually loved me... He made it pretty crystal clear that, for one, he was a fucking liar, and for two, I meant nothing to him at all. I'm such an idiot for believing him when he said he loved me. I'm such a dumbass...

"Here you are darlin', now don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything else." Darla said softly and caring to me as she set my food down in front of me, "Thank you." I smiled as I picked up the hamburger and began to eat. All the time that I was eating, and time was passing, my mind kept on roaming to David and all the intimate moments we had. A familiar tinge of pain that had tainted my heart for several years before meeting David was now returning, and it was coming with a vengeance, hitting me ten times harder than I remembered it ever hurting, and it brought back with it the tightness in my throat and the sinking in my chest.

I sighed and reluctantly finished my food and milkshake. Needless to say I did not feel better at all but I knew how to fake it. I smiled at Darla and paid for my meal, "Thank you, I feel a lot better." She smiled at me "No problem sweetheart, take it easy now." She waved as I left the diner.

I got back onto the bus and checked my phone for the time. I had about thirty minutes to find David so we could set up for the show. I didn't want to find him, but I'd be fucked without him so I scrambled through the bus, finally checking his bunk. I pulled the curtain aside and shook him awake.