Hi everyone! Basically what I'm planning to do with this fic is to write a series of mini CainexDiana moments, inspired by various songs. They won't be long, but the song will heavily influence most of the plotlines. I suggest listening to the song as you read. Enjoy!
1.That's What You Get - Paramore
He pounded the hard, mahogany table with his fists, continuing to hit it as red blotches appeared on the frail skin of his hands. Even then, he kept on punching, until the pain in his hands forced him to stop. It was only then he collapsed into his chair, bruised hands covering his closed eyes. He didn't understand why he was taking Diana's departure so harshly; maybe it was because it felt more like a betrayal than anything she had done before. She had mocked him and fought him and lied to him and screamed at him, but nothing, nothing, compared to the pain he felt now. She was gone, and never coming back. There was no way she would come back to him after she experienced life with Sam.
Caine's hands tensed into fists as he thought of his twin brother. Sam Temple. The son his mother wanted. The boy every girl wanted. The older child, the perfect child. He could barely put a foot wrong. And then there was Caine, the 'bad' boy. He had had only one thing Sam didn't, and now even she belonged to his long lost brother. Sam had everything. Caine, the supposed 'king', had nothing he valued any longer. Opening his eyes momentarily to throw a nearby stool into the wall, Caine leant back in his chair and stared round his new 'office'. It had obviously belonged to someone high-up in the Perdido Beach rankings; possibly even the mayor. It was far better than anything he had gotten before this, when he was concreting the hands of moofs up at Coates. They had all followed in Diana's footsteps, and were allied with Sam now. The remaining members of his Coates friends (no, not friends. Allies) were dead. Only a few remained, though they were no help. Drake was insane and wandering around the desert while sharing a body with an innocent girl who's only crime was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bug never seemed to turn off his camoflague any longer. And Diana..
He loved her. He admitted it now to himself. Sure, he had said it to her a hundred times, but it took until she nearly died falling off a cliff that he finally told himself that he was in love with Diana Ladris. He loved her dark hair, even when it was cut short. He loved her perfect features. He loved the way she smirked when she thought of another sharp-tongued remark. He loved how she was so willing to stay with him, not matter what. But that was before. He would never see her again. Diana was the past. She had left him.
Gone.
Thank you for reading my first Gone fic! Reviews would be lovely, especially if you feel you can give me any advice to improve my writing or if you felt Caine was a little OOC.