13/31 (Kinda On Hold)

XXXIV: Careless Whisper

A/N: oh look! An update!
Her body hits the floor, everything around me slows down.

“Oh look, something finally took the whore down.” Megan snorts to herself.

I turn and look at her, fury coursing through my veins. “Do not speak of my fiancé in such a  manner,” I grab her throat. “I should’ve killed you while I had the chance. Oh wait,” I smile. “I have that chance right now. Go join your filthy fucking father.” I say snapping her neck, her body landing near Scar’s.

Scar.

I run down the staircase, skipping steps at a time. I fall to my knees when I get to her, pulling her limp body to mine.

“What have I caused?”

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Hearing the tears of the man you love, is heartbreaking. Especially when you do nothing to console him, only lay as an impassioned body beside him as the tears land on you. Nothing can seem to fall from his lips other than infinite apologies as he has fallen heavy with guilt and wracked with sobs. To wipe the tears from his pale face and kiss his tear stained cheeks, would seemingly solve this whole problem, but I cannot even muster the strength to lift a finger.

I can’t even manage the small task of lifting open my eyelids, instead I have fallen into a pit of darkness with Chris’s suffering as the soundtrack to the endlessness. The heat of large body beside me as he holds my unmoving body is the only thing I feel, stay from the cold detachment. I feel disconnected from my body, but yet it is my prison, just as his guilt will be for all eternity, even if I awaken. He will always be forced to echo the memories of my body hitting the floor.

“This is all my fault, I wasn’t there like I promised you I would be. I’m so sorry, Scarlett.” He whispers, grabbing my hand.

It was a misstep, my love. Don’t drag yourself down with your guilt.

“I will never forgive myself for neglecting you in such a manner.”

I know you never will, but I already have. Casting blame will not solve our predicament, I just needed you to see what pain you were causing me, however, I never intended it to end this way. It shouldn’t have ended or even occured like this. You’ve been a fucking bastard, but I wouldn’t cast this suffering on you.

“I know if you were awake you would be calling me a bastard and ranting at what I’ve done, but telling me how much you love me after. I know you still love me, after all I’ve done, you still care for me. Why? I’m not sure, you’re bat shit crazy, but I still love the fuck out of you. Please, Scar, wake up for me.”

I love you more Chris, but I don’t know if there’s enough strength inside these bones to awaken from such darkness.

“Come on, Scar. I know you’re strong. You’re a force powerful enough to bring even me down to my knees. Please, Scarlett. Wake up. I want to go through with the Blood Oath, I want to see our children grow into the throne as we grow old. I remember telling you I couldn’t wait to see my children grow up and you told me I’d find the perfect woman to do so with and I did. I found a woman whose beyond perfect and it’s you, so for the love of all that is unholy, wake up.” He slams his fists on the bed beside me out of frustration.

I wait silently for a sign. Something. Anything. I know she’s in there, that she will awaken at any moment. So why the fuck hasn’t she? Gods damn us, what I have done? I study the curves and details of her face as she lays there, eyes closed and a look of complete covering her pale face. It’s as though I cradle a listless, porcelain doll of beauty and perfection beside me. I need her to awaken, to press her gentle lips against mine.