Elizaveta glanced at the clock. The pendulum swung repetitively.
Two in the morning. Why was she still waiting for a certain person?
She didn`t know, or cared anymore. She sighed, heading up the stairs
in loud stomps. No one was here. It didn`t really matter. What she
hated to remember though, was that phone call. He was drunk.
His tired, slurred voice only laughing away. He had hung up.
She winced when she heard the telephone suddenly rang. Loudly.
She hurriedly stepped down the steps, nearly tripping on one.
She grabbed the phone, "Hello?" He was laughing again.
"Oh,Gilbert!" a distant female voice giggled. She gripped th e wire.
"Oh, hey, hon. Sorry, I`m at work and all... I`m coming back in the morning!"
"It is morning," Elizaveta growled. "Oh... When it`s light out!"
"You know what? Fuck this. We`re done,"Elizaveta hung up,with a cold slam.
She ran to her room, crying. He had done this before. Cheated, drank.
She couldn`t stand it anymore. She cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, he didn`t come home. Actually, her home.
She sighed tired, she slowly got up, her favorite dress he bought was still on.
With disgust she shoved it off, wearing jeans and a white and black shirt.
She grabbed her album, heading downstairs to her kitchen table.
As she got there, she was ripping each picture of him and her.
No one knew how she felt, how cold her heart was right now.
It hurt, but she would keep repeating this.
Gilbert woke up in a bed. He blinked, the sunlight blinding.
"Mmm... Gil...?" the girl next to him said. "Ah... Shit..." he sat up.
Just leaving that girl in that hotel room. He signed out.
And headed to... Where? He couldn`t go to Elizaveta`s house. She`d kick his ass.
He took out his cellphone, and decided to freeload off of his younger brother,Ludwig.
"Hallo?" Ludwig said in German. "Hey, West. It`s me. Eli kicked me out," Gilbert answered.
"Finally, she`s been going through your shit for a while, bruder."
"Ah, come on, West. She was the one beating me!"
"The reason she did that is because you cheated on her more than once."
"It wasn`t even real feelings! She`s so uptight and I need a little fun!"
"You`ve never once asked her to go a bar."
"Yeah, I have! And she rejected that request."
"Because this was after you were getting your fun for more than once.
Listen, bruder. First, think about what you`ve done. Then, come here.
I`m not going to let you in if you just come immediately."
And Ludwig hung up. Gilbert cursed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Hmm..." Right now, Gilbert was thinking on how they first met.
Not like that love-in-first-sight stuff from the movies.
But, a rough relationship that started out as rivals to friends to lovers.
Of course, until Gilbert started hanging out with Antonio and Francis.
It`s not like they drove him into it first, they did this all the time when they were single.
But she really disapproved of the way he`d been acting, though she forgave him.
And, remembering how last night she had stayed up to wait for a call...
Gilbert sighed, kicking some piece of trash around the city.
He smirked, he had once bragged to his friends how he was taken first. Celebrated with beer.
Whenever she appeared, he would embrace her warmly from behind.
She would scold him for being so childish, but would blush bright red.
In anniversaries, none of them would bring presents. But they ended up broke anyway.
They would laugh, kissing instead. Love was a better gift.
He shook his head, remembering he made breakfast once, actually doing good.
But apologized instead of eating. She laughed at him that day. But it was nice.
Then there was that time he moved his date with his family to Sunday instead of Saturday.
He wanted to make Elizaveta feel special, giving her a wonderful birthday party with all her friends.
Ludwig didn`t care so much, but parents, yeah.
He actually ditched his friends for her too, but rejoined them that night...
Gilbert growled, he loved them all. Everyone that cared for him.
"I was awesome...!"
"I did my fucking best...!" He punched the alley wall.
"I would`ve died for them," He muttered.
Gilbert told himself things that were true. But he thought they weren`t enough to heal him.
Elizaveta wandered the streets.
No one knew how she felt, because she never told anyone.
Not even her friends. Because of these feelings, she couldn`t let anyone see her.
She clasped her hands together, feeling the wind breath down onto her.
She gasped softly, hitting her arm because she thought it was him.
She couldn`t stop thinking about him, even though he`s been so unfair.
Gilbert knocked on Roderich`s door, remembering that he had dated Elizaveta before.
He had recently befriended him, and he needed advice from a nice person.
He paused. He remembered, this is where he first met Elizaveta.
Make up ruined in the rain. Waiting. He smiled, she was such a patient girl...
"Hello- Oh. It`s you," Roderich let him inside. "You look tired, Gilbert.
Who`s heart did you break this time?" Roderich asked, apparently serious,
he picked up his violin to tune it. Band nerd, Gilbert thought.
Gilbert sighed, "Eli broke up with me. Cuz I kinda had some 'fun' with the guys."
Roderich did something surprising, he dropped his violin to the ground.
"Are that much of an idiot?" Roderich asked, loudly this time. Gilbert looked down.
"Elizaveta is the most beautiful girl! She`s so nice, and caring..." Roderich trailed off.
"If she`s so 'nice', why`d you break up with her?" Gilbert questioned him.
It was Roderich`s turn to look down, "My parents didn`t approve of her."
Before Gilbert could say something else, Roderich cut in, "I was worried we might
have had future troubles. I didn`t want her to get depressed. She used to smoke, you know."
Gilbert`s eyes widened, "Eli smoked?" He couldn`t imagine that.
She fought in fights in reality, so she needed the energy and stamina to do so!
"Yeah, well, that`s all over anyway," Roderich was looking around his kitchen.
A phone. Roderich gave it to Gilbert, "I know you`ll be freeloading off of me, so there`s
the phone to Elizaveta." Roderich walked away, leaving a cursing Gilbert.
"Eli!" "Elizaveta!" Bella and Lili hurried to Elizaveta. "Hey, I heard you were sad over something.
Care to share?" Bella asked. Lili stayed silent, but had a concerned face to show she wanted to know.
Elizaveta stayed silent. She walked past them, she was still looking down. She dropped something.
Bella and Lili walked towards the item. Bella picked it up, a picture. With Gilbert and Elizaveta,
smiling and sitting next to each other. But Gilbert was X-ed out of the picture.
Bella and Lili gasped.
"Oh my god..." "Do you think...?"
His head was on the bar table. He was sobbing hysterically. People passed him, looking at him pitifully.
He raised his head only a little bit to drink. Antonio was next to Gilbert, Francis was behind the table,
giving him the drinks he 'needed'. "Just fuck everything..." Gilbert managed to say.
Antonio patted his back, nodding. Francis handed him another cup. "Jesus christ, Francis. Another
one and he`ll go off and kill someone," Antonio joked. Francis shrugged, "The guy`s tired.
Love is blind, they say." Gilbert took off, to the bathroom. "See, Francis?" Antonio said.
"Hey, no one`s dead yet."
This repeated. Everytim e, every night. He got drunk with his friends and loosened up.
But, he still hurt inside. The pain would never leave him.
Then, Gilbert suddenly wandered off by himself. Antonio and Francis`s calls were now distant echoes.
He had his cellphone in his pocket, drowsily, he picked it up. He called Ludwig.
"Okay... I`m ready. But, I`m doing it by myself. I`ll see you," he said. Ludwig sighed,
agreeing to his idea. Gilbert called Elizaveta`s number, and braced himself.
"Love..."
Elizaveta and Gilbert were facing each other now.
"You know..." Elizaveta started, "I haven`t told anyone what had happened."
She was drunk also. Smoke filled Gilbert`s nose...
"I probably left hints though," she said. "This... It hurts, you know?" She was trying to keep her balance.
"But, I can`t help it now. I`ll continue unless I get another love..." Elizaveta closed her eyes.
Gilbert stood.
"No one knows what I`m feeling. Actually, you`re the only one."
Gilbert stepped closer.
"This really hurts to say..."
Gilbert kissed her.
Elizaveta began to cry,
"Someday... We`ll meet again."
She stepped back, and ran away.
Gilbert stood there. And fell to the ground.
The next morning, Ludwig towered over Gilbert, "Bruder. Where is she?"
Gilbert`s eyes remained closed, quoting what Elizaveta had said.
Ludiwg nodded, understanding, "Come on, let`s go home."
I can`t stop. Love. Love. Love.