Here is the long awaited bonus scene/original ending this story was going to have before I edited it out. I do apologize for the lateness, homework caught up with me but now that the course is finished and I'm actually getting enough sleep and no longer stressed, I can finally post this as well as get back into writing.
I also made a tumblr for only my fanfiction, where I'll post my stories, what I'm working on, updates and sneak peaks of what's to come next/angsty fluffy stuff as well as just little things I write that may be too short to post here! The username's: Broken-twisted-lullabies (to make it simple).
Any who, enjoy.
Time seemed to fly and before they knew it, it was the couple's four year anniversary from when they first started dating and Gabriel couldn't be more ecstatic. He loved Kali with every fibre of himself and knew she was the one. She always had been, regardless of the snide comments his family members and old friends used to make. She was perfect, his happily ever after, and Gabriel had something big planned for this four year anniversary. Grinning widely, he held a bouquet of red roses for his girlfriend, and made his way up the stars to their condo, not risking taking the elevator in case they got squished.
He knew getting roses for an anniversary was a bit of a cheesy romantic gesture, and Kali had been adamant about how she hated them but being together for four years wasn't something small. He wanted to show her how much he loved her and was happy they were together so that was why he got the flowers.
Gabriel hoped that perhaps she might do something as well for this celebration, as the year prior she hadn't, instead viewing the date as any other date.
When he got to their floor, he began to make his way down the hallway only to feel a sense of wrongness in his gut. This caused him to pause mid step, smile dropping slightly. He had never felt this feeling before and it was hard to pinpoint what exactly was causing this feeling as he hadn't been feeling this while entering the condominium or climbing the stairs. So why was he feeling this now? Why was there a soft voice in the back of his brain, murmuring unintelligent words and his gut twisting uncomfortably?
Gabriel tried to shake off the feeling, forcing his smile to return to reflect his prior happiness but now it felt wrong on his face and as he got closer to the door, the feeling worsened. Turning the corner, he noticed something at the foot of their door and this brought confusion to the blond haired man. Boxes. Four boxes sat stacked right beside the door but Gabriel didn't remember either of them ordering anything online to be shipped to them.
Reaching the door, he chose to ignore the boxes, assuming they were for the neighbour but accidentally placed in front of their door. A quick glance to the top box caused his assumption to fall flat as there was no sticker to label the contents inside or their owner.
The feeling was not worse and he found himself shakily reaching into his pocket for his keys. However, he found his pockets empty save for his phone and wallet. He could've sworn they were in his jacket pocket but in his giddiness this morning he must've forgotten them and left them in the bowl. No reason to be worried or anxious. Gabriel knocked on the door, hoping would let him in.
"Kali? I forgot my key, could you let me in?" He asked, raising his voice so he could be heard through the door. No response came however and now he began to frown, knocking again, this time louder. "Kali? I know you're home babe," he says, chuckling.
Still all he gets is silence.
Perhaps she's just in the washroom, he reassures himself. She'll be out in a minute.
So, while he waits, he decides to get a better look at the boxes. The four of them aren't large, but neither are they small in size and they appear to be all taped shut, none with a label for shipping. Definitely odd, his brain points out and Gabriel agrees. None of this makes sense and after ten minutes of waiting, Gabriel begins to grow worried. That feeling is stronger now, gut twisted and in knots, and the voice in his head is whispering louder and louder.
Wrong, wrong ,wrong.
Over and over his brain signals this and Gabriel shuffles a foot, only to kick something: a piece of paper. Tape is on the top of the folded piece of paper and Gabriel guesses it was once taped to one of the boxes, only to come lose when he shifted the boxes looking for a label. Perhaps this is junk, old belongings and clothing too small that Kali was planning on throwing out and this note was placed on top to let Gabriel know. She didn't tell him she was doing any spring cleaning but then again, Kali wasn't always know for keeping him in the loop with things (in fact, he was almost always the last to know, which always caused him to sigh in frustration because he was her boyfriend! He should be one of the first people to know!).
Placing the roses carefully on the top of the first box, he unfolds the letter. Immediately the feeling of wrong returns and after reading the first line, he feels his heart drop.
'Gabriel, it's over,' it said in her neat handwriting. 'I don't love you anymore. Your things are in the boxes, take them, and leave.'
Time seems to freeze and he shakes his head, this is some cruel joke. It has to be. So he reads it again. And again, and again, and again, and again. Perhaps he's read this wrong, maybe half asleep – since it was still fairly early on in the morning – but each time the words remain the same. A hand grasps the door frame to hold himself up while the other one shakes as tears begin to form in the corners of Gabriel's eyes. He feels nauseous, stomach churning at the words he just read.
No. No, no, no, no, no!
This couldn't be happening. Everything he had worked so perfectly to create and keep was now gone, and all it took was three short lines. After being together for four years, Kali had broken up with him in three lines, leaving behind a note taped to his belongings at the door.
The note in his hand is crumpled as his hand becomes a fist. Gabriel began to knock on the door, frantic. "Kali! Kali please! Can't we talk? I can fix this! I can fix this!" Gabriel yells, voice cracking. "I can fix this!" And he knows he can because it's got to be his fault, it always is. Every argument, every disagreement, was all because of him. Because he didn't agree with Kali. "Whatever I did I can fix! Just tell me what it is and I'll change, I'll change and then things'll be perfect again!"
Over and over his brain chants he can fix this, a broken mantra that only makes this worse because reality is crashing down on Gabriel and he's drowning. He's drowning and doesn't know how to swim to the surface.
He had given everything up for Kali, his dreams, his friends, ambitions, likes, hell he even went on a diet for her and exercised just so he could be everything she wanted him to be. Whatever she had wanted, he had given her so this wasn't fair. It was like he was trapped in this horrible nightmare, unable to wake up because this was all real.
His grip on the door frame was now weak and knees buckling, Gabriel collapsed to his knees, tears falling down his cheeks. He tries to hold back the sobs that threaten to escape as he remain outside their – her door – surrounded by four boxes, all of his belongings from the last four years together. They aren't even that big, and it makes him realize that he hardly had anything despite them being together for so long. Most people had tons of stuff but him; he had four boxes, one for each year. Almost everything in the condo had been Kali's and Gabriel never realized that. He had almost nothing in comparison, a couple shirts, pants, and books along with a few sketchbooks he had shoved in the back of the closet.
How had all of this happened? And why did it take her crushing his heart for him to realize how big of a mistake he had made. He had lost everything, so many close friends and ruined the relationship he had with his brothers and parents. He was stuck with a job he truly hated and at one point considered throwing away all his sketchbooks – but a little voice in his head told him don't do it so instead he had taken most of them to his old family house, dumping them in his old room – because Kali thought art was a mediocre hobby and Gabriel wanted her to be happy.
But making Kali had ruined Gabriel in the end, left him crushed and shattered, a ghost of the former him and Gabriel knew if he were to look in the mirror now, he wouldn't recognize the face looking back.
Feverishly wiping away the tears, Gabriel gets to his feet and crumples the note into a ball. She ruined him this much but Kali isn't going to get the satisfaction of him sobbing at the door, a pathetic mess so he grabs two boxes and makes his way to his car, loading them in before heading back for the others. They look even tinier in his car and when he gets into the driver's seat, he breaks down fully. He's sobbing his heart out, now in the privacy of his own car, fingers slipping into his hair and pulling.
It's not fair! It's not fair! He wanted to scream, let her know how much she had ruined him, how far he had went to make her happy so why wasn't he enough? Why wasn't he good enough for her? Why couldn't he make things perfect?
His thoughts are disjointed and a mess, all over the place, flinting between anger and hurt because half of him still loved Kali and the other half hated him for what she did to him.
Somewhere though, amidst the chaos inside his brain, he remembers the promise he had made to his mother.
"I'm so sorry mum," he whimpered, shoulders shaking with every sob. "I'm so so sorry."
He had promised her he'd never change for anyone but Kali had been his exception. And now?
Now he was forced to pick up the broken pieces of his life, left with absolutely nothing.
But Gabriel didn't know if he could.
No happy ending folks! Sorry no sorry. Anyways, for anyone wondering, the fic was based off the song Perfect by Marianas Trench (my all time favourite band).
I'll try to get back in the flow of posting as I'm now free from hell (a.k.a school) so keep an eye out for more posts!
-Twist
