Hi everyone! This is another song-fic!
Song: Close by Rascal Flatts.
Must read note: I have tried to keep the story flow with the lyrics of the song but had a hard time doing so with how I imagine this story would go. So for the most part the story sort of flows with the song if you listen as you read but not 100%. I had to change up the details a bit, but thinks it turned out well for a midnight story write!
You might want to listen to the song then read, or just read then listen to song. Up to you, but I think it will be hard to read and listen at the same time because I did have to change a few times plot wise and lyric order.
ALSO! This is set after my other song-fic "Forever and Always". So read that first before reading this because you will be confused as to what is going on.
Declaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy or the Rascal Flatts song or lyrics that you see in the song.
It's just a simple voice mail message from a year ago.
"I'll pick you up and we'll dinner by the fire and we'll just watch it snow. Baby, I love you and I can't wait to see you tonight. I've been thinking about you all day long."
Wiping away the stray tear from her cheek, she pressed 9 to save, not being able to erase it. Hearing his voice, laced with the Russian ascent that she loved very much, makes her feel close to him. It's like he's still with her. It makes her smile until the tears take over. She's starting to tell herself it's time to let him go, it's been a year since he died.
She is still in hell but she tells herself she needs to let him go. To get on with her life. But little things like that make her feel close to him again.
Taking deep breaths and trying to calm down; to stop the tears from taking over again. She walked over to the bathroom, splashing water on her face. Looking at her reflection she took in her appearance. Messy hair, tired hallows eyes. She reached up and played with the collar of baggy t-shirt she had on.
It was just a worn out Notre Dame t-shirt he use to wear around the apartment on weekend when they both didn't have work. It keeps her warm on night like this. It makes her feel close. Like he is there holding her. There has been times in the past she has gotten so angry that she has try to through that thing way at least a hundreds time but she has never been able to let it go.
She is still in hell. She is telling herself, she needs to let him go; to accept that he is gone and never coming back; to get on with her life. Maybe even give love another try (like she will find love like theirs again!)
"Why did you have to died Dimitri?" Rose whispered to his picture on the night stand. It was just him in the photo. He was lying on their sofa giving one of his rare smiles. In the picture he was even wearing the old t-shirt she was currently wearing.
It's just an worn out Notre Dame t-shirt. She's gotten mad and tried to throw it out at least a hundred time but she got it on tonight.
It makes her feel close.
Hope you enjoy the song (if you listen to it) and the story! Please review and tell me what you think :)
Sorry for any spelling or grammar errors. It's latterly midnight as I'm writing this.
Once again thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!