*ending might be triggering*
~Three-thirty in the morning, not a soul in sight. The city's looking like a ghost town, on a moonless, summer night. Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in, he's heading back from somewhere that he never should have been....and the thunder rolls~
Roger picks up his clothes that are scattered around the room, quickly throwing them on. He takes one last look at the sleeping girl, sprawled out on the bed in front of him.
He feels so guilty. The lighting and rain outside doesn't make it any better.
His car starts perfectly, and he makes his way back home.
The raindrops hitting the windshield make it hard for Roger to concentrate. He grips the steering wheel a little tighter, and continued driving.
~ Every light is burning in a house across town. She's pacing by the telephone, in her faded flannel gown. Asking for miracle, hoping she's not right. praying it's the weather that's kept him out all night...and the thunder rolls~
(Y/n) has been up all night. She's standing in her living room, a few tears sliding down her cheeks. The phone rings, making her jump.
"Roger?" She immediately asks.
"No, love, It's Brian," he replies. "Is he still not home?"
She sits down on the chair next to the telephone. "No, I'm getting worried.. And I'm trying not to think of the worst possible scenarios."
"He'll show up, (y/nn). Get some sleep, honey, I'll call you in the morning."
They hang up, but (y/n) has no intentions of going to sleep anytime soon. She looks out the window, seeing the lightning flash in the distance.
"Please be home soon, please be home soon.." she repeats.
~She's waiting by the window, when he pulls into the drive. She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive. But on the wind and rain, a strange new perfume blows. And the lightning flashes in her eyes. And he knows that she knows...and the thunder rolls~
The lights shining through the window give (y/n) hope. She sees Roger step out of the car, and she runs outside to meet him.
"You has me worried sick!" She yells at her boyfriend.
He quickly apologizes, wrapping his arms around the crying girl.
She sniffles a little, when an unfamiliar scent fills her senses.
(Y/n) pushes Roger back.
"Where were you, Roger?" She asks.
"Oh, I was just with Freddie and Brian, it's no big deal..."
A scowl grows on her face. "Don't lie to me, Rog. Who is she?"
~She runs back down the hallway, to the bedroom door. She reaches for the pistol kept in the dresser drawer. Tells the lady in the mirror he won't do this again. Because tonight will be the last time she'll wonder where he's been~
The cool metal feels strange against her skin. She wants to end it, end them, end her. Sobs are falling from her lips as she grips the gun a little tighter.
"(Y/n), please! Don't do this, I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen, I'm so sorry." Roger screams, pulling the gun away.
"I'll leave..." (y/n) says. "Don't worry about me, I don't care. Go back to her, I don't need this, Roger. I don't understand. I thought we were happy. I thought we were good."
Roger doesn't speak, he can't even look at her.
"Whatever, Roger... I'll come by later to pick up my things."
The girl leaves him alone in the house, he's crying and so is she.
And the thunder rolls....
I love this song, and I wanted to write about it, so here's another update ❤️
-ry 😛
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