Come What May
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axesladewrote the first chapter of my story! click to read it
Disclaimer: Not mine. Moulin Rouge VG-fied, starring our darling Safilix.
Title: Come What May
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content
Genres: Romance/Drama/Angst
~Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings, telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring but I love you until the end of time. Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day~-Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor 'Come What May'
London, June 5, 1984
James Worthington groaned as the bright sunlight hit his eyes, forcing him to clap them shut as soon as he'd opened them. Damn it hurt. Of course, anything bright hurt these days. Because anything that shone even a bit reminded him of her.
It had been a little over ten years since he'd seen her last. Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday he'd been waking up before dawn, watching her as she slept, playing with her hair. And at other times it felt like he'd spent an eternity without her.
Swallowing back the knot in his throat, James stumbled out of the bed to the bathroom, promptly bringing up the ample amount of alcohol he'd consumed last night, just like he did every morning, for the liquor was the only thing that kept him from dreaming about her.
Ambling out of the bathroom, James' eyes cast on the typewriter on the table. He'd bought it with the intention of using it to write songs, but since she'd left his life he hadn't been inspired at all.
Glancing at the calendar, James felt a sharp pain in his heart when he realized this had been the day they'd met eleven years ago. Another glance at the typewriter. To the liquor bottles on the dresser. Realizing they were all empty, James sat down in front of the machine. Maybe it was finally time to tell the world about them.
*****
It was all, quite frankly, an accident.
No. Not an accident. An accident is something you regret. No matter how much it hurts me, years later, to think back on that time, I have never once regretted meeting and falling in love with Mandy Slade. Maybe it was a surprise. A few hours before it happened, I certainly wouldn't have expected it.
Of course, we weren't supposed to fall in love. She was only a step up from a hooker, in truth. Married to Brian Slade, glam rock superstar, and yet open to anyone who wanted her.
I guess that's why she clung to me so desperately. So few people had really wanted her. They'd used her to get closer to Brian, and at first that had been my goal. But when I saw her, when she took off her dress and let me touch her, Brian quickly faded into the background.
I've never quite understood why people had never been able to see why Mandy sparkled so bright. True, Brian was flashy, as was all of his entourage. But Mandy, sitting in the background with her bleached hair and fur coats, has ever after seemed to me to be so much brighter. I suppose it was because instead of the diamonds on her neck doing the sparkling, it was her eyes, shimmering with a repressed flame, the want for real love, not just a shag here and there.
I don't know if she loved me right away, the way I loved her. I know she was still obsessed with Brian, blinded by his glitter, as she would always be. But that first night, when I got up from between their bodies and watched as he got to kiss and fondle her still more, I fell for the girl I could never have.
This is our story. A story about a diamond in the rough and a crazy mixed up boy. A story about love. Puppy love, unrequited love, love found, love lost and then found and lost again. Love that reaches beyond the bounds of reality or logic.
True love.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Moulin Rouge VG-fied, starring our darling Safilix.
Title: Come What May
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content
Genres: Romance/Drama/Angst
~Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings, telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring but I love you until the end of time. Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day~-Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor 'Come What May'
London, June 5, 1984
James Worthington groaned as the bright sunlight hit his eyes, forcing him to clap them shut as soon as he'd opened them. Damn it hurt. Of course, anything bright hurt these days. Because anything that shone even a bit reminded him of her.
It had been a little over ten years since he'd seen her last. Sometimes it seemed like only yesterday he'd been waking up before dawn, watching her as she slept, playing with her hair. And at other times it felt like he'd spent an eternity without her.
Swallowing back the knot in his throat, James stumbled out of the bed to the bathroom, promptly bringing up the ample amount of alcohol he'd consumed last night, just like he did every morning, for the liquor was the only thing that kept him from dreaming about her.
Ambling out of the bathroom, James' eyes cast on the typewriter on the table. He'd bought it with the intention of using it to write songs, but since she'd left his life he hadn't been inspired at all.
Glancing at the calendar, James felt a sharp pain in his heart when he realized this had been the day they'd met eleven years ago. Another glance at the typewriter. To the liquor bottles on the dresser. Realizing they were all empty, James sat down in front of the machine. Maybe it was finally time to tell the world about them.
*****
It was all, quite frankly, an accident.
No. Not an accident. An accident is something you regret. No matter how much it hurts me, years later, to think back on that time, I have never once regretted meeting and falling in love with Mandy Slade. Maybe it was a surprise. A few hours before it happened, I certainly wouldn't have expected it.
Of course, we weren't supposed to fall in love. She was only a step up from a hooker, in truth. Married to Brian Slade, glam rock superstar, and yet open to anyone who wanted her.
I guess that's why she clung to me so desperately. So few people had really wanted her. They'd used her to get closer to Brian, and at first that had been my goal. But when I saw her, when she took off her dress and let me touch her, Brian quickly faded into the background.
I've never quite understood why people had never been able to see why Mandy sparkled so bright. True, Brian was flashy, as was all of his entourage. But Mandy, sitting in the background with her bleached hair and fur coats, has ever after seemed to me to be so much brighter. I suppose it was because instead of the diamonds on her neck doing the sparkling, it was her eyes, shimmering with a repressed flame, the want for real love, not just a shag here and there.
I don't know if she loved me right away, the way I loved her. I know she was still obsessed with Brian, blinded by his glitter, as she would always be. But that first night, when I got up from between their bodies and watched as he got to kiss and fondle her still more, I fell for the girl I could never have.
This is our story. A story about a diamond in the rough and a crazy mixed up boy. A story about love. Puppy love, unrequited love, love found, love lost and then found and lost again. Love that reaches beyond the bounds of reality or logic.
True love.
