Muses

Ending Scene, a Songfic

a little rant ;
this is created to heal my old scars that can't really fade until now. this song is just perfect to describe the situation when the break-up(s) happened. but i made up a some things for this story so it can fit to the lyrics :> please excuse them

to the other 'main character' ; i've moved on. you made great memories. just let me borrow our story. i'm sure you'll do great without me and you've done it great. goodbye, old friend.

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Hi, it's been a while
There's no question mark in your voice, it's so you
As if it's a rule
Your seat is always the same, by the cold entrance

I can't stop myself from yawning.

The council meeting is just so, so, so boring. Well, no meeting is fun, though. But this meeting is just meh. I'm just sitting with my friend, chatting about celebrities like it's business. Gushing about those handsome males and (for me) pretty females.

And you, of course you're there, Old Story. Across to me, only a little bit to the right side. Staying in silent, playing with your phone. I wonder why you are not talking with your friends, but I surely don't have the guts to talk to you. *insert my awkward chuckle here*

Yes, you're sitting near the door. Your favorite spot, eh?

"So, we are going to discuss our theme for the event. Do you have any suggestion?"

The council president's voice cuts my train of thoughts.

Me, being the stuck-up person I am, can't think of any idea. And I'm not in the mood to think of anything right now.

"I would like to suggest my idea," you suddenly say, making everyone averts their gazes to you almost immediately. Including me, though.

You're always so sure, especially about your thoughts. Yes, you do stutter here and there, but your tone is so firm. I almost never hear 'question mark' in your thoughts. They're always loud and bold.

"Well, tell us," the council president says.

"I think it'll be good if we have a spring theme, because we're now in spring and it just comes to my mind that almost everyone loves spring. Just a suggestion for y'all, though. If anyone's up with a brighter idea than mine, you can reject my idea," you state clearly.

Me, I'm still wondering. How come you're so bold? I envy it a lot.

And thinking about you always follow with a flashback. Sometimes they're gold. But most of the times, they're coal.

Your face was gloomy as the cumolonimbus cloud.

"Make sure you eat well, because it'll all pass," you said, at our break-up. "You'll be able to fall asleep like you did before. I really mean it. You have the right to be happier."

Every single cell in my body screamed "BULLSHIT!" at that time. No, your words were just formality. No. You knew I'm happier with you. You knew I won't be able to sleep or eat well, because my mind would be full of your words and face. You were saying them just as empty words. Just to make the break-up looks "fine".

I'm sorry, but no break-up is "fine". It's not fine. You break someone's heart badly, you possibly could rip their heart to billion pieces. It's sick if you think break-up is "fine".

However, you have the right to end the bond. Just as I have the right to end it. The difference is I don't want to use that right.

"Okay, if that's what you really want," I said calmly, with fake determination. I even try to put a small smile, as if this conversation is about my exam scores. "I'm fine with your decision."

No, I'm not fine with your decision.

Don't say those words, please
You know those words hurt even more

I hope you're just pulling some stupid pranks because you just want to see how silly my face is. But this is no joke.

"I'm sorry," you apologized. "I'm truly sorry."

You said that with regret in your face. I don't even know if it's genuine. Well, I don't even care about that right now. All I can think about is this is just a nightmare and I'll wake up with you're still as my significant other.

You say you're gonna love me, what use is it?
You don't know what kind of heart you gave me

As my mind finishes the flashback, you've done talking. The other council members seem to come up with another idea. I'm trying to distract myself from thoughts about you. I talk to my friend about the musics I've been into lately. I doodle randomly at my notebook. I play the games in my phone.

But you're still there. In my mind. Right now. That's crazy.

Oh, Old Story, how come you're that plastered to my mind that I can never really get you out from it?

As much as you were lonely
I really hope you meet someone
Who will love you more than you
I'm sorry that she's not me
It's not easy to give

I hope you're not lonely. I know you've found another. A pretty, nice, and perfect match to you.

I really am glad to know that, Old Story. I wish she'll love you more than you love you. Of course I know it's a reckless wish that won't likely come true. But I know you deserve it. You're worthy enough.

You're a good person, Old Story. So good. You're worth someone who's near to flawless and love you dearly. As human, you're full of flaws. But even your flaws are fine. They're good.

You're one treasure that I own, but sadly, you're temporary. You're gone before I even have enough with you.

Better temporary than never, though.

I'm way too deep in my thoughts about you. I'm back to earth just the time when the council meeting is done.

As I tidy up my things, I remember you said.

"You'll find someone better. He'll fit better to you better than me. He'll actually surpass me. You're an amazing person, far more than me. I'm damn sure he'll far more amazing than me, just like you."

Please be honest with me
You know I believe anything you say
Just like you said
Will I ever receive love from
someone who is like me?

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Muses ; Ending Scene, a Songfic - DONE