This thing was made within 1o minutes or so, so it's not really that good.
I still hope that you'll read this though. (:
disclaimer / This did not happen, and I hope that it'll stay that way.
It's all over now. . .
"I loved you, I loved you so much…but, I—"
Her voice was cut off by the phone line going dead, the sound of the telephone being slammed harshly on the floor filling the empty apartment.
He didn't want to hear what she has to say anymore; it would only tear up his already-broken heart.
I loved you, I loved you so much.
Her words rang over and over in his mind like a broken record, the past tense of the word love piercing his heart whenever the record spun again. She didn't love him anymore, and she doubted him.
Ever since that fateful day three months ago, when she fell for someone in the form of his own band mate, his very best friend.
Pathetic.
He rested his body against the cold wall, his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to prevent the tears from falling. His hands were balled up in fists, his nails digging deep into his palms as the pain slowly made its' way into the core…almost physical.
And you can't bring me down. . .
He finished up his note, folding the small paper into four. He sprinted down the stairs, entering his car and slamming the door with extreme force.
He had a sick twisted smile on his face as he drove down the streets of London with insane speed. It was only a matter of time when he reached her apartment, the familiar building giving him a feeling of nostalgia.
Back when they were still happy together, or so he thought.
He didn't even bother to knock on the familiar white doors, instead just slipping the note into the small space underneath the door. He quickly went back to his car and drove back to his apartment again, still with the same speed. Still with the same smile.
These pills were meant to hurt you. . .
He stepped into the bathroom, a small blade in his hand and a handful of pills in his other. The smile was still plastered into his face, but there was a hint of melancholy in them.
He slowly took in one of the pills, closing his eyes as he recalled all of her words during her last phone call.
"It's just that I don't love you anymore."
And another one.
"You made me happy."
And another one.
"I enjoyed everything we did together."
And another one.
"But, I'm sorry, you're not the one for me…"
And another one.
"Don't get me wrong, you were amazing."
And another one.
"It's just that I'm in love with someone else."
And another one.
"I loved you, I loved you so much…"
He closed his eyes, feeling the cold sensation of the blunt blade on his wrist.
One clean cut, and this will be finished. Everything will be finished. His pain will be no more, just a remnant of the turbulent relationship he had…
"I loved you, too."
He watched as the bright red blood began pooling on the stark white bathroom floor. The ordeal was finally finished. And it was only a matter of time before he succumbed into unconsciousness.
Asleep, forever.
Then why do fools fall in love?
The small note paper was soaked with her tears as she read it over and over again. It was only a few hours ago when she spoke to him, and now…
Don't cry when I'm gone, though, since you don't seem to love me anymore.
You may not see me again, and as you are reading, I might probably be gone forever in your life.
I really hope that Danny will be able to make you happy, 'cause I wasn't able to.
Goodbye.
Doug x