AN: I have been listening to a song nonstop, Cecilia by various artist, which all can be find on Spotify and came up with this one shot. The song is yes indeed on swedish and I have translated the lyrics to english which was well... Training. That is why the story wasn't idiomatically correct but hopefully my beta reader, ThatRandomAsian fixed everything. I apologise in advance for making another sad story.
Disclaimer : I do not own Victorious
I was standing backstage watching my wife singing at her performances, she looked amazing. Her beautiful body moved in sync to the music's rhythm. I sighed happily, I loved watching my wife perform but when does Jadelyn West stand back and watch? Well after Tori and I lost our child the only thing I can manage to do is stand by and watch. Like a pathetic pet.
Then I saw it, like so many other times, one of the background singers, Cecilia who were the most stunning woman you could ever have the pleasure to put your eyes on smiled at Tori who gave her a flirtatious smile back. I wasn't stupid I knew what was going on but I just couldn't face it. All I did was remembering the number 94.
I felt the unspoken yes Tori said to Cecilia hanging in the air, they would be a perfect couple. A talented amazing and successful singer having a perfect beautiful wife who could keep a child alive.
Cecilia was just a girl, not even having experienced the feeling of heartbreak but still just a girl that thought she owned the world. Her beauty could catch any kind of guy or girl and she had caught Tori.
But still, I could only think that Tori and Cecilia would make a cute couple. The only problem was that I was the one who had to go. I knew Tori did want to be with Cecilia but she was stuck with me. I knew it was a long time ago I had felt Tori was mine but I couldn't just let go now, could I?
The show was over and Tori happily walked off stage next to Cecilia. They talked about something and they both seemed so happy, so perfect. As soon Tori saw me all her happiness vanished and left was a silence. A silence that stalked us to her lounge.
Nothing left Tori's lips during the whole time Tori washed off her make up, took off her clothes and put her hair up in a ponytail. I knew the silent, a punishment because I was here with her so she couldn't be with Cecilia. I was going to pretend a little while longer, this night was too beautiful to ruin.
I walked out from the arena and out in the cold night air, the silence inside was killing me. I started to dig through my purse, searching for a cigarette that would ease my nerves. Then I saw it, at the corner a blond beauty, smoking. You could see without a problem it was Cecilia, the perfect blond who fit so perfectly with Tori. Although it was irony at it's finest, Tori didn't like my bad habit of smoking guess her perfect blond also had faults.
"Oh Cecilia she is everything for you, Tori. What does she have that I don't?" I whispered quietly to myself. As if she heard Cecilia turned around and saw me, a smile she gave me and walked away. Her perfect movements, as precise as a killer, as stunning as a ballerina's.
"Oh Cecilia my friend, the way she moves and seduce you again and again is killing me. I don't know what to do." I whispered but then I heard a thump and an angry Tori had shut the door behind her. Fast I dried away any possible tears away and put on a smile.
"What's wrong?" I asked carefully, breaking the silent between us.
"What's wrong?! You left just like that I have been searching for you over the entire arena after you! Next time you go out and take A CIGARETTE! Tell me!" She hissed angrily and I looked down at the out burn cigarette between my fingers. I dropped it to the ground and crushed it, just like my feelings.
"Can we please walk home?" I asked carefully Tori, testing her temper even more.
"Why?" She asked tiredly.
"Because the night is so beautiful, please baby." I begged her and pouted. Hopefully she would agree and with a huff Tori started to walk way too fast for me towards our home.
Just this one night more then it would be it. Then I would leave Tori for good. There are only a few nights that can save me and I have used them all.
The night was cold and still. Stars were shinning over the city while we walked home. We walked slowly hand in hand through the city, to our home where we had built up our lives together. But none of us spoke. The silence was a heavy one and I realised this wasn't happiness, this was misery. All I could hear was the silence speaking, whispering her name, Cecilia.
I couldn't help but to wonder was it Cecilia, Tori thought of when I was in her arms, when we were sleeping together in our bed? Did they ever have sex in our bed? Did Tori imagine her life with Cecilia instead of me? To be with her when she was with me?
Oh Cecilia how can you be everything for Tori? Oh Cecilia my friend why did it have to be Tori you are seducing? Why is it you? Why do you not love me anymore? But I only let out a sigh, thinking wouldn't lead anywhere and when we finally got home Tori immediately sat down on our couch in our home talking in her phone. I however went straight up into our bedroom sitting down on our bed.
My hand strokes the fine fabric that clothed our bed. It was soft and of course as everything that Tori Vega choses perfect. Only shame I don't fit into the picture. Then I couldn't get the image out of my head, how many times had they had sex in this bed? On these sheets? I got up into the bathroom and took the white bottle that my doctor had prescribed to me. One white pill after the other came out from it and got into my mouth. I only could think about how many times Tori had smelled of the perfume Cecilia used, how many times Tori had been seduced by her. For each seduction, for each time Tori had chosen to have sex with Cecilia I took a pill. Again and again until I got so tired I laid down on my bed thinking defeated oh Cecilia my friend you can have her.
