I don't own Bloodlines just this particular storyline (including the poem). I wrote this for a wee competition on Daisy Masterman's Facebook page. I know it's really short but there was a five hundred word count (which many people did not listen to :p) but when I tried to pad it out to post on here, it didn't feel right. I'm writing another Sydrian story which I'll be posting at some point so please do check back for that but for now enjoy... And please review! :D
Adrian was dead. How was that even possible? How could someone so incredibly perfect be gone from the world? I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering the wonderful kiss that I had denied only days ago. I wished that I hadn't been so afraid; that I'd had the courage to throw away my beliefs, the courage to love him.
"Oh Adrian." I sighed. I wished that he was here now so that I could tell him exactly how I felt.
I remembered the gelato that Adrian had left in the freezer for me. Calories and sugar content no longer mattered, why worry about something so trivial when my world had been turned upside down? I found the pomegranate dessert, collapsed onto the couch and began to eat. The couch smelt like him, Adrian was embedded deep into everything in the room. When I had finished the gelato, the whole thing, I curled up and pulled the blanket across me.
When I woke the next morning, I was confused. Why was I in Adrian's apartment? And where was he? Then I remembered. I got up to stretch my legs and noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table. My name was written at the top. I picked up the note and realised that it was a poem. Since when did Adrian write poetry?
Sydney, my love
You fit like a glove.
You are my whole
The half of my soul
That was lost and now found
You never fail to astound
With your wit, brain and beauty,
You're a real brave old cutie!
You think that I'm crazy
Without you, hey, maybe.
If only you'd see
How we're meant to be.
You say that it's wrong,
But maybe you're wrong
'Cause it feels pretty damn right to me.
I began to cry.
"I was wrong and I'm so sorry. I love you Adrian." I whispered to the poem, imagining that it held him inside.
"Sage? Please tell me this isn't a dream, please tell me that you did just say that."
"Adrian?" I swung around and there he was. Adrian stood in the doorway, his brown hair more messy than messily styled and his eyes; oh, his eyes, how they glowed. "But... You're dead."
"I'm quite clearly not."
"I could be dreaming."
"Then let me prove that you're not." He walked quickly across the room, took me in his arms and kissed me such passion that I knew he was real. Even the imagination couldn't create a kiss like that. This time I didn't pull away in disgust.
"Adrian," I began when we finally broke apart, both struggling for air. "I love you, and I'm sorry that I didn't say it before, that I didn't have the courage to say it."
"Sydney, I love you too." When he said my name, and I mean my first name instead of Sage, it sent shivers down my spine.