-<Random Drabble Thing That I Finished>-
I TOOK THIS FROM MY OTHER BOOK-THING, RANDOMNESS AND QUOTES!
NovaHD Angst:
Chances.
The first chance was wonderful. It was full of sweet pure love, and neither of you wanted to let it go. It was cuddling into his chest on rainy days or lazy mornings, and the way he would come up behind you and give you a hug, along with a kiss on your cheek or neck. It was the long hot summers and the cold yet beautiful Springs. And all those nights of passion. You and him, slipping under the covers to dance and entangle limbs and embrace each other in the most pure yet intimate way. And you were happy.
That was the first chance.
Then came the second chance.
The chance he begged and pleaded for. The times when he promised he still loved you, and begged you to let him love you again. Of course you did. You were infatuated with him. He was the drug you were hooked on, the one thing you could never seem to let go of, never get enough of. And at first things were painful. And then you settled back into routine. He getting home from work, you having a hot meal ready for you both to share. And the nights of passion came back. Slowly but surely, the love and trust replaced all that had been lost before. And you were happy.
But that could only last a short while.
And then came the third chance.
The chance you both knew he didn't deserve. The chance that pained you to give it to him, but you did anyways because you loved him too much not to. The chance where you both seemed to be falling apart, your emotions bursting at the seams. You two yelling almost every night, before coming back together to do that dreaded dance of passion that always seemed to pull you back under. Make you stay just a little while longer. Because you were addicted to him. The pain mixed with pleasure was your drug and he was the provider. The feelings of love mixed with a hollow emptiness that was slowly consuming you as you continued to stay with him.
Until one day, the feelings of love disappeared.
You were stuck in a never ending circle.
The pain.
The forgiving.
You returning.
The pleasure.
And then the empty loneliness coming back to haunt you once more.
You couldn't stop, and some part of you didn't want to. Part of you wanted to stay with him, survive the pain and get to the pleasure. He needed you, that voice argued. He wanted you and he would be better this time. He wouldn't do anything bad again.
But it happened again. That trust was broken for the final time.
Some people say three strikes and you're out.
I said three strikes and I'm dead.
-<James' POV>-
I looked at his gravestone, just reading those four lines over and over in my head.
'Aleksandr Vitaly Marchant
1993-2014
Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.'
Eddie had chosen the quote. He said that Aleks had always loved it. I had never even known. All the fans, along with the Creatures missed him dearly. I missed him even more.
I had done a lot of wrong when I was with him, and he had given me chance after chance. Until one day, he had no more chances to give.
We had found his body in his office, wrists slit and bleeding. His body was still warm to the touch when we rushed him to the hospital. He had written this line above him on the wall in his own blood. Once in English, once in Russian.
'Three strikes and you're out'
'Три удара и вы находитесь вне.'
Only I had known what it meant.
I'm sorry Aleks.
I'm so, so sorry.
-<And Fin>-
Sorry for the kinda depressing oneshot lovlies. It's definietly not the happiest [or the longest] but this stuff is a way to help me feel better when I'm really depressed/sad. I'll try and write something happier for you all.
Luv 2 U All!!!!
Baaaaaaaiiiiiiii!!!!!!
