Our Yesterdays and Tomorrows

Photograph

Summary:

Sven X Kaelyn. Love hurts. Love heals. Love breaks down doors and mends bridges. Too bad Sven fell in love at all.

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Notes:

A/N: This story is inspired by Ed Sheeran's "Photograph", but more specifically by Peter Hollens' duet version featuring Madilyn Bailey.

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Translator's Notes:

T/N: VOCABULARY LESSON!!! WOOHOO!!!!!

Dorogoy: (Russian) Darling.

Cielo: (Spanish) 'heaven' or 'sky'

eres mi cielo: (Spanish) you are my sky/heaven

Kotenok: (Russian) Kitten.

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**THANKS (HUGE THANKS) TO USER LOREHAPPY (MY CIELO) FOR ALL THE SPANISH TRANSLATIONS!**

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"Loving can hurt. Loving can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know."

I remember the summer after your junior year of high school quite well. That was the summer I came home from studying abroad to find my father in a blind rage over a photo that had ended up in the Society Pages of you and I. Kissing. Through all of the pain all I could think of was you. That one kiss had been worth it.

"Love hurts, my son," he had sneered. "No girl is worth that kind of pain."

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 "When it gets hard, You know it can get hard sometimes, But it's the only thing that makes us feel alive."

My friends would never understand. They didn't see you as I did. You were loving, and kind; the hateful, ice cold facade you wore was all for show. You could never be the uncaring man your father had raised you to be. At least not when you were with me.

When you were with me, you were happy...alive. You smiled and shared all of your silly plans to abandon your family, live in a quaint little neighborhood far from big city life, have cookouts with the neighbors, and give away your money like it would never run out.

I treasured that photo from those society pages,but in seeing it I wondered just how much you had suffered for it.

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"We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves. Where our eyes are never closing, Hearts are never broken, And time's forever frozen still. So you can keep me, Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans. Holding me close until our eyes meet, You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home."

"Sven," I breathed when I opened the door.

You were a mess, and I knew my father would be coming from his study at any moment to see who had come knocking at the door.

"'Dorogoy," you breathed, "can I-"

"Cielo, what-" I began, but I didn't need an answer.

Seeing you standing there covered in blood and gasping for breath...the corner of that paper clipping sticking out of your pocket... I knew. Your father would never approve of you and I.