I promise there'll be happy stories after this one shot. I'm thinking of just making one giant story for Lucian one-shots. This one is written specifically because the world of Lucian has been dragged down by Chris Zylka, so I'm feeling slightly depressed. And because my friend really wanted a sad one.
Maybe there'll be a happy chapter and I'll make it a two-shot. Who knows!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T KNOW LUCY AND IAN. THIS IS ALL FICITIONAL.
I'm still formulating ideas for my full length stories. If anyone would like to give me a few, it would be much appreciated.
Reviews…well, I don't expect many. I'd still love them, but if you don't send one in, I understand.
It was funny how life would simply change in the matter of moments. One second you could be having the time of your life, enjoying every minute of it and the next you could be lying on your death bed, taking your last breath with your loved ones surrounding you. One moment you could be totally immersed in love and before you knew it, that love was torn to shreds. Unfortunately, that was what was occurring tonight in my eco-friendly apartment.
The night had started off normally, with Lucy's head lying in my lap. Boxes of take out cartons rested on my coffee table and a movie played from the small flat screen across from my couch. Maybe our choice in movie played a factor in what she would later reveal to me; a horrid mistake on my part. My fingers played absentmindedly with her hair while her chest convulsed up and down in laughter.
It had been a year since Lucy had come to my apartment to tell me she loved me. A year also since that nasty ex of hers came knocking on my door to threaten me. I swear, I'd never seen a more shell shocked expression on Lucy's face when he arrived at my door a week after she and I had gotten together. Tears burst from her eyes as she ran to cling to me and push him out the door. Restraining orders are simply a beautiful thing.
The year we spent together had been simply blissful. Lucy and I soaked up as much as we could of one another, trying to gain knowledge on every tiny detail we didn't know about each other's lives. You know how there's that one person who you could literally spend the whole night just talking to? That was Lucy and I. Our relationship wasn't purely based on lust and lust alone. Granted that one the night she came to tell me, we did make love, but that was in the heat of the moment. Afterwards, we just laid there and talked until the sun came up. She fell asleep in my arms the minute the clock struck six, her dark hair tangled and our limbs entwined.
Moments like the one we had been in were my favorite though. It was when the whole world seemed to relax for a moment as she laid there comfortably in any position that allowed me to wrap my arms around her. In retrospect, it was similar to Aria and Ezra; everything besides Lucy and I seemed to be shut out in the confines of my apartment. It was like a small cocoon made to hold on the two of us.
Playing on my television tonight was "The Hangover". I'd seen it countless times when it first came out due to the fact that my friends thought Zach Galifinakis was the funniest human being to ever walk the planet. Lucy had seen it as well, so it was a mystery as to why we were even watching it. It wasn't as if we were exactly paying very much attention to the screen. A small giggle escaped her lips, growing into a hearty laugh as she shook uncontrollably in my lap.
"You okay down there," I asked, looking down at her small form. Tiny tears formed on her cheeks and I used a finger to wipe them away. "Seriously, I've never seen you laugh this hard over a five second scene, much less laugh this hard over a movie."
Pursing her lips in an amused fashion, Lucy looked up at me with those huge hazel eyes before letting another laugh chortle from her mouth. "Nothing," she said, trying to recompose herself. "It's just that, last Friday night, Annie got so drunk like Alan. We all resembled someone from this movie with how much we drank."
My heart stopped the minute she spoke. She'd promised me that she would reform her old partying ways. I had no problem with her friends, but the incessant drinking had grown childish and was something I couldn't deal with after a certain amount of time. I'd helped her as best as I could, but apparently, it didn't work.
There was that, and the fact she blatantly lied to my face. "Last Friday night," I asked, shifting a bit so that I wasn't holding her in any way at all. "You said you were hanging out at Ashley's last Friday night."
An 'O' shaped formed on Lucy's face after her laughter subsided. She hadn't meant to blurt it out and that was obvious. "Ian, I…"
Moving immediately, I dragged her up with me from the couch and paused the television. Now, the antics of the three friends trying to find the groom weren't all that entertaining. She had lied to me. Lucy actually had lied to me. In the beginning of this relationship, we established an honestly policy. I was one hundred percent truthful with her and I had expected her to do the same.
Sometimes, what we expect isn't what we get.
"You lied to me. You lied right to my face. Lucy, you know how I feel about all the drinking. I thought we were going to work on that together."
"You can't just change a part of me, Ian." I laughed cynically at her comment. Drinking wasn't a part of her. It was a bad habit that she had to kick before it was too late.
"It's not a part of you. It's something that needs to stop."
"What? It's not like you're any better Mr. I Drink to Drown My Sorrows."
Anger fueled inside of me; that had been a low blow. The last time I had done that was the night she had come over to tell me her feelings. And even then, I couldn't bring myself to finish off one tumbler. "That was low, Lucy," I said, shaking my head.
The tension in the room was growing thick; almost as if you could cut a piece off and serve it as cake. She stared at me with the same intensity that I had while looking at her, fists balled up at her sides. They seemed to loosen though and a look of apology was readable on her face. "I'm sorry, Ian," Lucy said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't. No. You lied to me. You made a promise we'd curb this together and you ruined it. I don't need a child as a girlfriend, and right now, you sure as hell aren't acting like any adult. Going out and getting hammered like in this movie? Real mature."
I knew that in the morning I'd regret everything I was saying and what I was about to do next. But, the heat of the moment always made you do irrational things. In a fluster, I gathered up her things and handed them to a shaken up Lucy. Her eyes flitted frantically. My heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest; a feeling I hadn't had for a year, but I couldn't deal with her immaturity at the moment. "Out," I stated simply, pulling open the door.
"Ian, I…"
"Out!"
Dejectedly and with tears in her eyes, Lucy dragged herself from my apartment. Luckily for myself, I made it to my room just in time so I wouldn't be able to hear her sobs from the hallway.
Rain broke overhead and came pelting down to the streets. I could see from my bedroom window a figure drenched in rain and her own tears walking along the sidewalk. Although outraged with her, Lucy took my heart of my apartment with her into the rain.
Maybe I'll make it a two-shot…maybe….
