Yup, so welcome to my new SWAC fic. A new step for me, as this will be my first SWAC one, although I have more planned. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1
"Sonny, please, don't do this!"
The small figure turned at his words, chestnut hair whipping and curling out behind her in the gale-force wind. Tears streaked her pale cheeks, hazel eyes shimmering in the bright moonlight.
"Why, Chad? After all, what am I to you?"
The words hissed in the gaping space between them, the pain in them shattering the mental block Chad had constructed, breaking down his carefully collected image.
"I'm sorry! Please, don't!"
Her lips curled up in a heartbreaking smirk.
"Really, Chad? Really?"
The words were a mocking repetition of the ones he used to say to her so often, the ones that never failed to put a smile upon her lips. He fell to his knees, jarring his spine as he did so,
"Really, Sonny, please. How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"
He knew the words were a mistake as soon as they left his mouth. The answer was hard and flat.
"Never. No matter how many times you give me pathetic, dozen-for-a-penny excuses and apologies, it won't change anything. It's far too late for that now. You self-proclaim yourself to be such a great actor; surely just one decent apology shouldn't faze you."
She raised an eyebrow, surveying him coolly through now-tearless eyes.
"Sorry. I'm so sorry. Sonny, please, please. How can you just forget, just leave me behind?"
"I hate to break the moment, Chad, but if I recall correctly, you managed to forget about me just as quickly"
He winced, the words ringing true in his head.
"Sonny, I was stupid, I never meant any of it, Portlyn was just a mistake, nothing more."
"Oh, so was that what you told Portlyn? That I was just 'a mistake'?"
She took a step towards the edge, peering over the cliff and watching disinterestedly as the fathomless waves smashed against the dagger-sharp rocks. Chad lurched forwards instinctively, one hand outstretched.
"Don't, Sonny! I'm sorry, please believe me!"
She ignored his frantic cries, taking another step, letting her toes hang over the edge.
"Please, Sonny. Please, please. I love you, please don't do this!"
He was crying now, tears running freely down his cheeks. If his desperate words had had any effect on her, she didn't show it.
"Sonny, please. Don't. I love you; I've always loved you, please"
For a glorious, fleeting moment he thought he had finally convinced her, watching with bright eyes as she turned towards him. He reached out for her hand as she turned, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her expression, rooting him to the ground, an unwilling spectator.
A single, glistening tear slid down her cheek,
"I love you too" she whispered brokenly.
With her long hair flowing out behind her, jeans and t-shirt dirty and ripped where she had fallen, pale moonlight illuminating her in an ethereal glow, hazel eyes shining, she looked more distant, more other-worldly, more alien, yet more beautiful than he had even seen. And then she was gone. He fell to his knees, crying wordlessly, whispering her name, hands still reaching. She was gone. Forever. Dead.
He sat up abruptly in his bed, breathing heavily, tears running down his cheeks. He ran a hand through his honey-blonde hair, trying to slow his racing heart. Nothing. It was all a dream. He could have laughed out loud with relief. The door flew open with a crash, making him jump. His mother stormed in, dressing gown wrapped around her, face stony.
"What was all that about, hm?"
"All what?" He frowned.
"All that shouting! About some girl – 'Sonny', you called her"
She watched him, standing impassively at the end of his bed.
"Sorry, that was me. Bad dreams, I guess"
She gave him a disapproving glance.
"Well, please keep your thoughts to yourself. No one wants to be woken up by your childish nightmares, including me"
He kept his gaze down, a sullen look upon his face, flickering his eyes back up to his mother, watching as she ran her glance over the many photographs lining his bedroom walls; none of them his choice. Everything in his room had been hand-picked by his mother – 'helping' as she had called it.
"Chad, do keep that ugly look off your face. It makes you look extraordinarily unattractive."
"Oh, we can't have your darling son looking unattractive, can we?" he muttered under his breath.
"Not that you care"
"What was that?
"Nothing, mother"
"I thought so"
She gave him a final glare, before flouncing out of the door with a toss of her dyed, platinum-blonde hair. He fell back onto his bed, letting his hand drop by his side. Of all people, of all times, why only now did he dream of Sonny Munroe?
If you're a bit confused, don't worry, as most things will be explained in the next chapter. I wasn't really sure how to write Chad's mother, but you know, I figured Chad would have gotten his stuck-up personality from her.