Brendan Murray: The Collection

Regrets

A/N:
Hi!
Happy New Year everyone! I hope you had a wonderful holiday.

A new fic for the new years, yeah?

This fic had already been written for another fandom and one of the favourites that I had ever written. I wanted to do something angsty this week for my Brendan fics, so I have chosen to recreate what I had written a year ago.

It has the same plot, same dialogues but different circumstances and different characters.

I have written this on a second person point of view and had successfully managed to do a gender neutral writing.

This had been lazily proofread and might have corrections.

-Meg

"Regrets"
The Breakup Fic

Not everyone that comes into your life stays. Everyone had their purpose and each one of them is different from one another. Some are going to stay and others would leave. Same goes with loving someone. Forever is a too far fetched word and it doesn't completely go in line with reality. Ah, yes, but there is what we call: lifetime. Some people are capable of loving one person through their whole lives but a few cannot.

There will be people who would still love you until the end, yet they won't always be beside you. They can love you, hurt you, and keep on loving you but they won't stay. Because even the person who loves you the most, leaves.

It doesn't really make sense but it can. And somehow, them, leaving you behind is far more better than staying with you.

They said that the person who can hurt you the most is the one who loves you the most. They know your secrets, your weaknesses and they can use it against you, to hurt you. They are the ones who can say the most ruthless and hurtful things and they might or might not regret it. Lucky are you if they don't use your shortcomings against you. Even when they are gone, they kept their promise on guarding them, protecting you from harsh words that can crumble down your world.

He stood there and watched you leave. He heartbreakingly stared at your retreating back, hair dancing rhythmically with the wind. It hadn't sunk in yet, what happened just now. All he knows is that his insides feel empty and hollow, his eyes burning with tears, his airways constricted.

Everything happened too fast and if only he could just turn back time and never let whatever happened, happened. Should have seen it sooner and tried to come up with a solution. If only he hadn't just stood there and let you walk away. If only he had been able to speak up, yell, or even scream for you to stop. To have not taken advantage of your patience. If only he was a better lover. He should have reached out and told you that nothing is wrong, that he is not going anywhere. To have cherished and appreciated you more. If only.

But they are just what ifs and should haves. He can't just turn the hands of the clock and return to the moment when you opened your mouth and told him those world crumbling and body crippling words.

If he is given the chance, he would in a heartbeat.

He had seen the signs weeks ago, yet he ignored them and continued to live his life like nothing is wrong. But little did he know, you were already planning on taking his life away.

He hadn't really told you but slowly you became his world, his life past music. To him, even if his voice and music would be stolen from him he would still feel invincible, as long as you stay by his side. How can he tell you that when he doesn't have the right words and confidence?

Watching you walk away killed him slowly and painfully. He could feel his knees growing weaker and unsteady. He never thought that he would be seeing your retreating back, have you to never return. Never thinking that the pain he feels right now would be far beyond his threshold. He would rather choose a ball thrown straight to his face than this. Never this.