Bullet To The Heart
That night, James Bond was nothing like his usual self. He kept thing about his stupid decisions. He knew damn well he loved the girl. But why, why out of all the fucked up escapades, all the knotted rope to the balls tortures, all the lectures from M, why? WHY?
Why did he give up the chance of falling in love again. After Vesper's death, he thought he could never get the feeling back again. But this time he was sure he did…
That song… oh, yes, that one, so many times it was played on the radio, put inexplicably into the soundtrack of that Armageddon film, god, and he had to sing along as he held her firmly, going slowly in a circle, like nothing mattered except them. Oh yes, it surely matted to James. And certainly to the girl, even after the meeting of the lips, and Bond was cold as can be, after the freshly killed lackey was laying hidden in the cubicle in the restroom.
What a night, he could only think to himself, as he kissed her the umpteenth time, pressing her against the pillar outside. He could only wonder how it could happen. He was totally lost at the time, so how could he give a shit?
And, yet, sitting there on the bed of his home in the Chelsea district in London, he could only think about how cavalier he was during the time of the kiss. How he said "I love you." Sure, he meant it, but he couldn't understand why he didn't feel the love anymore.
His heart said yes, but his head said no. What was he going to do, follow his heart, and get the girl, but still possibly getting killed on the job for not using his head straight. But, follow his head, and he may live, but, alas, he loses the girl, and then his heart gets in the way anyway.
He knows full well he cannot possibly get the moment back again, and she probably found another already. And he can't do a damn thing about it. And now, again with the cold hearted bullshit again.
He could have been happy with her.
He could have started another new life and lived on without the memory of Vesper to haunt him, but now he does again, carrying the other memory of losing this woman's love, all because of his stupidity.
And now… now he is left sitting alone, not unlike the corpse in that bathroom…
With a bullet to the heart….