Title: A Thousand Roses For Me
Characters: Cathy, Danny
Prompt: 094: Last Hope
Word Count: 1638
Rating: T
Author's Notes: First, the story is kinda based on a song in Spanish called Rosas by La Oreja de Van Gogh, and a line in it is the title for this, too. Also,I'm not positive about the word count because I'm not using what I normally use for that, so yeah. Also, I'm very glad I wrote this, because now I'm positive I really haven't stopped writing MBC fics. ^^" And I hope you'll like this. =) I know I haven't updated in a long time, but I just hope whoever sees this will enjoy it.
I let the tears stay and leave my face freely. The only things I cared about then was listening to the song playing constantly and my thoughts.
That's why I waited with my little face soaked
For you to arrive with roses, with a thousand roses for me,
Because you know I love those things
No matter how silly; that's how I am.
And I still can't believe that my life should escape by,
Imagining you will come around here
Where every Friday afternoon, as always,
Hope says "be still, perhaps today is [the day...]"
I closed my eyes tightly, now trying to drown out the words, but my ears still wanted to hear. I couldn't help but think about him and our history.
I let out a shaky breath before I looked up at the ceiling and lied my head back against the wall, imagining my favorite feature of his above me... I knew his beautiful emerald eyes would always be engraved into my mind forever, and right now, mostly, those eyes were two knives teasingly wanting to go through me.
'I miss him...'
And the thing is I am starting to think
That true love happens only the first time.
And the thing is I am starting to suspect
That the others are only [there] to forget.
I kept staring at the ceiling after his eyes left my thoughts as I thought about the past two years. After we broke up, I continued to date, but every guy I met and dated for a bit never seemed right. Not even slightly. I suppose I never really got over him and tried to by dating others, but there really are none like him. No relationship felt real after that, and his absence was killing me inside.
Escaping one night from a yawn of the sun
You asked me to give you a kiss.
My love being so inexpensive,
What would it cost you to shut me up with one of those?
Six months passed and you said goodbye,
A pleasure coming together in this life.
There I stood, my heart in one hand,
And in the other excuses that not even you could understand.
I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall again. I think I stayed like that for about two hours, crying until I couldn't anymore. I hadn't cried over him in these years, so the feelings just got out of the bottle. I felt so numb and heartbroken. He was...He was the perfect guy for me, I know it. He made me happy.
I sighed a bit, thinking about him. The only reason we broke up was that neither of us were spending time with each other and somehow we became furious with one another about it. The sad thing is we understood each other perfectly, really did make each other happy, and now things just seem gone and lost.
That's why I waited with my little face soaked
For you to arrive with roses, with a thousand roses for me,
Because you know I love those things
No matter how silly; that's how I am.
And I still can't believe that my life should escape by
Imagining you will come around here
Where every Friday afternoon, as always,
Hope says "be still, perhaps today is [the day...]"
I turned to my Ipod, playing on the side of my bed. Those lyrics were pretty right. I always waited for him, but I never cried until now. In this moment it's the exact same.
Ding...
I immediately rushed out of my room, wiping my tears and fixing my hair with my hands as I raced down to answer the door. Grandpa said an important package was getting here today, and that I really needed to make sure I got it. Of course, I didn't expect to see those killing green eyes when I opened the door.
"D-Danny..." I didn't know what else to say, I was frozen in place as soon as I saw him. Even though my breathing slowed, my eyes scanned everything quickly. It was a habit of mine when I was nervous, so I definitely didn't miss his wet and kind of covered with snow hair. Nor his beautiful slightly pale face. I especially didn't miss how tinged of red his ears and nose and cheeks were.
I couldn't help but let out a very small smile when I saw his clothes. He had a brown with white snowboarding jacket on and black with white pants. 'He never learned how to pick outfits...'
I looked back at his eyes and noticed he hadn't looked away from me, but I also saw that he had his left hand behind his back.
Five minutes passed and we just looked at each other, neither saying a single word. His eyes looked so lost and confused, completely different from the eyes I'll never forget. They looked like a jungle that didn't know what it was supposed to do. When a few more seconds passed, he suddenly stepped towards me, and I instinctively stepped back, but neither of us looked away. We both did it like partners dancing together, two almost adult teenagers who had practiced for ages, but I knew both of our hearts were racing too fast for it to be something like that. Right then when we'd moved together, his eyes looked focused, dearing, pleading, and wanting. They looked like they finally knew what they were doing and what they were going to do.
I half hated myself when I noticed it, because I knew then that I really really... really, just wanted the same as he did. We didn't want to be separated anymore, we wanted to be together, but... neither knew how to fix things.
After around ten minutes later of being like that, (And the house getting colder due to me never closing the door...) he slowly pulled his hand from behind his back. I slowly watched it until I let out a small gasp, seeing what was in his hand.
That's why I waited with my little face soaked, for you to arrive with roses, with a thousand roses for me,
Because you know I love those things, no matter how silly; that's how I am.
And I still can't believe that my life should escape by
Imagining you will come around here...
The lyrics drifted off somewhere around my room, but I don't know how it was that we were able to hear them from down here.
As soon as those words trailed off into the air, he grinned slightly at me. I stood quiet for a bit, still looking at the bright blood red rose in his black gloved hand, and I didn't stop to think if he just wore the glove because of the thorns or because he wanted to keep his hand warm.
I smiled and got him by the front of his jacket and pulled him close to me while I closed the door with my other hand. I hadn't noticed I'd felt so cold and frozen in place until I moved and until he had pulled me closer to him and we were kissing like our lives depended on it. (And in a way it did.)
Even then, I could hear the song start over and play again.
On one of these days when I tend to think
"Today will be the day least thought about,"
We passed by each other, you decided to look,
Into the little blue eyes now going by next to you
He pulled away, each of us catching our breath, and looked into my eyes, and I knew a small smirk was forming onto his sweet lucious lips. It was very obvious he'd just had hot chocolate, so I smiled at him, and I knew our eyes were silently saying several things I wish we would dare say out loud.
From the moment I met you
To quickly sum up Time of Silence
I swear to you I haven't again said to anyone else
That we hold the world record for loving each other.
I felt him move one of his hands up behind my back, and he pulled me in close for another kiss, but this time it was softer and instead we held more onto each other, neither of us wanting to let go. I both felt peaceful and in an overdose of pure love, being with him again.
That's why I waited with my little face soaked
For you to arrive with roses, with a thousand roses for me,
Because you know I love those things
No matter how silly; that's how I am.
And I still can't believe that my life should escape by
Imagining you will come around here
Where every Friday afternoon, as always,
Hope says "be still, perhaps today is [the day...]"
He moved his other hand up to my face and slowly pulled away again. We both looked into each others eyes and both gave a small but sad smile to one another.
"I'm so sorry."
After a few seconds of registering that, we smiled and kissed again as the song continued to play.
