(Just because I'm happy, doesn't mean I have to smile / Just because I smile, doesn't mean I'm happy)
Mending a Wounded Soul
Chapter 3: Diary
[London]
London was staring at the sunset before her eyes, smiling slightly at the sight of it.
It was orange, yellow and a mix of violet- the colour of the skies. London have seen a million types of beautiful diamonds, jewellery and gold in this world, but all of those things didn't even come near to this. London was alone, in the beach of Miami. People were passing her by, but it didn't matter to her. It was almost as if she was inside of her own little world. But a 'snap' made London startled.
She turns around.
"I am so sorry," his deep voice said, as he stands up.
London looks at him carefully. He's a bit tall, good-looking with brown hair and tan skin. His smile is wide, but absolutely gorgeous. She shakes her head slightly, "It's okay. What are you doing, actually?"
"Taking a picture," he said in his weird accent, and look at his camera before showing it to her.
London leans in to him to look at the camera. There she was, standing utterly stills and looking straight at the sunset. The sunset was mesmerizing on the background and it is almost as it was just her in that picture. London smiles to herself, "This is really good," she nods, looking at him. Then, their eyes locked up, staring deeply into each other. The man let out a stiff chuckles and a bright smile before looking back at her, "I'm Francis,"
London bites her lips, "London. It's nice to meet you,"
"Yeah... It's nice to meet you too," he said in his heavy accent, "I'm so sorry. I know I talked strange. I'm not really from around here-,"
"No," London cuts him off, "Your English is good,"
Francis grins to himself, looking down and looked back at her, "You are a magnificent lady, London,"
London's eyes shot open and she sits on her bed. She turns to the sound of the thunder outside and sighs heavily. Her hands flew to rub her eyes and her temple. She can't believe she had dreamt about that guy again. She didn't understand what went wrong, honestly. Everything was so great and one day, it vanished just like that. Francis was a great gentleman- she still kept a picture of them. It was inside of her bag but she didn't look at it ever since he had left him that fine morning. Though, she remembers that picture like the back of her hand.
It was a laughing picture of her and a smiling picture of Francis, kissing her cheek while she looks towards the camera.
London's stomach growl silently and she sighs to herself. "Baby," she said to her belly, "You have to stop eating so much," London set her foot on the still ground and stands up. She walks to the nearest table where she had put her water bottle and reach for it. Just when she's about to drink it, she heard a voice, a deep voice with a heavy accent, "London," it says.
"Francis," she mutters, not even turning around.
"London," it says again, calling out for her. She gritted her teeth and put the water bottle down.
"Lond-," it was about to say, but was cut off by London spinning around, yelling, "Get out!" as she throws the water bottle at him. "Get out! Get out! Get out! I don't want to see you! Get the fuck out!" she cries, and eventually sitting down at the floor, sobbing. "Just get the fuck out, you idiot!" she yell again and cries her heart out, beating the thunder and lightning that was striking the night sky.
The door swings open, and the man behinds it walks in immediately to grab London. "Oh, London," Mr Moseby said.
"No! Get out, Francis! Just leave me alone! Like you left me that day... you... left me... why? Why would... he left m-me?" London cries again, but this time on Mr. Moseby's arms. Mr Moseby rocks her from back to forth, this was the third time this week London has been screaming and shouting for her so-called 'lover' that was not even there. From his beliefs, London is hallucinating about Francis ever coming back to her. She was just seeing things. "Moseby... he left me, didn't he?" London whimpers, crying silently.
"Shh, now London. He doesn't worth your tears," Mr Moseby advices, kissing her forehead.
London looks back at the spot she thought Francis was standing. But reality sets in; she was just hearing his voices again. Francis was never real from the beginning.
Dear Diary,
Do you ever have a moment where you are all happy and everything is just great for you? You smiles and laugh and smiles and laugh and it is almost as it won't stop. But then, you stop and think, 'This is too good to be true'. They usually are. I grew up being treated as a princess, and believe in happy ending. They say 'someday my prince will come'. He did and he left. Happy endings are just in fairytale. I'm not Cinderella, nor am I a Snow White. I'm a human. I got hurt.
And I certainly do not live in a fairytale.
-London Tipton.
"Hey, sweetie," Maddie greet London sweetly as she enters her suites.
"Maddie," London stands and turns to her blonde friend. Without wasting any second, she rushes to hug Maddie. Maddie gladly hugged her back. London pulls away for a second, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" she asks, sitting down at the couch.
Maddie smiles and sits next to her, "I got the day off," she explains, "Mr Moseby calls and told me that you don't even come out of your room for days. You barely eat anything and you don't talk at all. What's up?" she look at London and watch as she frowns, staring at the floor.
London just stays quiet, knowing that Maddie knew the reason already.
Maddie grab her hands and squeeze it, "You have to be strong, London. I know it's really hard right now, but this is meant for you. You plan how your life is, but fate has it all covered up. All you have to do is get through it. You'll be fine, you have always been fine," Maddie told her soothingly, "Trust me," After a while, London squeezes back Maddie's hand and exchange a small smile.
Maddie smiles in relief and lean in into her couch, "So, how are you feeling?"
"Like shit," London mutters. After a while of silence, she continues, "I can't believe it was all a trick all along. The way he smiles at me, kiss me, holds me. He listens to me when I let it all out. He told me he loved me. He compliments me every day. He keeps up with my antiques. But one day, I wake up, he's just not there- telling me that everything was just fake. Was just a part of something that wasn't even real," A strain of tears come running down London's face, and she looks at Maddie, "And every damn night, it is almost as if he was there in the exact same room as me. And every time I look at my... belly... there's this wonderful thing that will always remind me of him. And he will always be there, lingering in the back of my head. Do you have an idea how much it hurts?"
Maddie just looks at her, knowing how hurts it is.
"I hate-," London suddenly stops, covering her mouth. She ran to the bathroom and went to the toilet, puking her heart out. Maddie followed behind, pulling her hair back and pat her back while she vomited. After a few minutes, London flushes the toilet and leans back the nearest wall. Maddie went to grab a water bottle for London to drink. When she comes back, London was burying her face between her knees and crying.
"You okay?" Maddie asks. Her voice was barely a whisper- she questioned herself whether or not London hears it.
London just stays in the position as Maddie slowly sits beside her and wrap an arm around London, comforting her. Maddie lays back her head against the wall and starts to hum a song, "And maybe someday, We'll figure all this out, Try to put an end to all our doubt, Try to find a way to make things better now and Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud, We'll be better off somehow, Someday" and then, London look at her with red, puffy eyes. Slowly, London flashes a smile as she rest her head on Maddie's shoulder, "Thank you, Maddie,"
Maddie smiles at her best friend.
"I'm reek of death," London spoke up after a while.
Maddie laughs, "Yeah. Kinda,"
Dear Diary,
I never told anyone this, but Maddie is not just my best friend.
She is much better than that.
I'm very lucky.
-London Tipton
London walks around the Tipton Hotel, watching as people enters the building and leaving it. It was pouring outside and the coldness chills everybody to their bones. Mr Moseby was busy with the guests and she was bored just by sitting and drawing some sketches of dresses. Maddie called her almost every day just to check up on her. London has been eating a little bit, she had cravings sometimes. But most importantly, she had started talking to Mr Moseby and everyone else.
As London observes the Tipton Hotel, which had changed a lot from these past few years, her eyes can't help but to look at the grand piano. She had learned to play the piano from Moseby a couple years back. Mr Moseby wasn't really a patient teacher but he is an expert on the piano. Eventually, London was good at it- all thanks to Mr Moseby.
She walks slowly towards the piano and set her finger on the keys.
She pushes one of her finger to hear the sound of it. When it made a great sound, London decides to sit down and put all of her finger on the key. With the sound of rains outside, she made the first melody, catching a few guest's attention. Suddenly, she was following the melody of '9 crimes' by Damian Rice. The tune fills the hotel and everybody was amazed by how she was playing so fluently. Especially Mr Moseby.
London finally finishes the song, and she hears people around her were clapping.
After a moment, all of the people get back to whatever they were doing at first. London was still at the grand piano, staring at it. Her mind was playing a slideshow of her and Francis. Suddenly a voice spoke up, startling her.
"I didn't know you played the piano," it says.
"Cody," London mutters under her breath and stay where she is, not moving a muscle. "You're great, by the way," Cody told her, trying to sound casual. But by the sound of his voice, London can pretty much hear the uncomfortable tone in it. Finally, London turn to her side, though her eyes were avoiding Cody's, "Why are you even here?" she asks with a raspy and sad voice.
"I heard about the baby," Cody informs her, taking a step closer.
London practically rolls her eyes, "Don't we all?" she spat, but then sighs, "I'm... I... You shouldn't be here, you know?" she stutters. Cody is now standing just besides her, sighing, "You shouldn't be alone, London," he said gently as he sits next to her, "Not in this condition, anyway,"
"I don't understand... Why are you here, Cody?"
Cody shifted uncomfortable. Slowly, he let out something from his pocket. It was a small box-a box that immediately freaked London out, "No," she gasped, almost teary- thinking of Bailey. Cody put it slowly on the piano, letting London see it clearly. He opens the box, revealing a small ring, it wasn't glorious, but it was indeed beautiful. London looks down on her laps, taking in some air.
"Marry me?" Cody asks, followed by the sound of the thunder outside.
London stays quiet and looks at Cody carefully. Cody was facing in front, too scared to look into London's eyes. Cody slowly reach onto London's hand, grabbing in into his palm and squeeze it harder every time he feels something stings inside of his stomach. London eventually cries and bury her damp eyes on Cody shoulder. They stay on that position for a while, with Cody holding tightly on London's hand and London crying silently on Cody shoulder as she shields her face from the public.
"Yes," she whispers loud enough for Cody to hear.
Cody nods against her head and kisses on top of her head, letting a tear runs down his cheek.
Dear Diary,
It's so hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.
Truth is, you never really can fix a broken heart.
-London Tipton
{Review Responds}
CAILEY- Thank you for your review and support! I appreciate that you're reading this story! Though, this story probably ended up as Lody . But hey, you can still change my mind! Maybe it will end up as Cailey. Who knows? Haha. Thanks again for reviewing.
owlhero- once again, I am blown away with your reviews. Your review are so great- I am speechless. Thank you so much. So, you're wondering about Carey's decision. I honestly don't know how to explain on why Carey doesn't seems like she fought for the decision. Well, I guess I made Carey feels sympathy for London, knowing that London needed as many support as she can get and she feels like Cody can really help London by marrying her not knowing that Cailey was getting serious (not until Cody comes back home with a ring). I hope that explains your question. If it doesn't, then I'm sorry. Oh, and thanks for the pointers of writing a mad character! I appreciate it so much! Hope you stay tune for my next chap!
SkarletMetal- First of all, I want to thank you for reading this story and reviewing it. I am so sorry about my grammar problems- I'm still in school, and I'm from South East Asia. Not many of my friends really practiced English there. And Mr Tipton! Oh god, I loathe that old man. I feel so sad for London, growing up with lack of love from her parents. I'm glad you're enjoying my story! Thank you once again for reviewing!
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Now, for the long and useless author notes that you may or may not want to read:
Finally! A new chapter! Woot~woot~ Haha, I am so happy - I literally squeal when I got all of your reviews. I know this chapter is confusing, therefore, let me explain it. The first part on this chapter is about a dream of how London and Francis first met. Then, London woke up and hears Francis voice. She freaked out and started screaming. But in reality, she was just hearing and seeing things. Francis wasn't really there. The second part is when Maddie came to visit London and London pour all her hearts out about Francis (this was just going to reflects on how beautiful their friendship really are). The third part is the proposal. After Cody said, "Marry me," I totally blanked out. I have no idea how to write after that. I wanted it to make as if both of them are really hurt inside and loves someone else deeply but in the end, they just falls into each other instead. It was inspired after I heard Demi Lovato-Fix a Heart, the song that explains their relationship in this story.
Okay, so, I have this idea for a new Suite Life series story (and no, I'm not talking about Just Another Thing Left Unsaid -more information on my profile-). I got this idea from Ghost Whisperer and this is going to be Zack/Bailey. I wanted to make that Zack can see earthbound ghost and always helping them to crossover. Zack and Bailey have a five year old kid together but Zack and Bailey are not married. In fact, they can't stand each other. They just made a mistake in the past and decides to keep their daughter. Bailey is dating someone while Zack is dating almost everyone. But when The Shadows or an evil ghost threat Zack to kill his daughter and eat her soul, Zack would do almost anything to keep his family safe. The worst part is, their daughter can also see ghosts.
So, do you think I should do it? The story, I mean. Tell me!
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That is all, thanks again for reading it! See you later! Love ya!