When love met destruction. - chapter X.

As most of you may know, TJ is no longer in Motionless In White you can read here the reasons why, even if I personally don't believe all the things they say about TJ, but I'm not going to tell here my own opinion about the whole thing... www dot Facebook dot com/notes/motionless-in-white/official-announcemen t-regarding-us-parting-ways-with-guitarist-tj-bell /10150172563362312 , but the fic will continue however, heh.

–Juliet pov–

We all went behind Emilie, but then returned to take shelter under the arcades after seeing how much it was raining. A few minutes later, I went to the store to pick up my bag, then take my phone and call Emilie. I stood at the entrance to see TJ and Chris talking at the back of the store, and stayed there to listen.
"What's wrong with Juliet?"
"Nothing, is that she's an asshole." TJ replied; I wasn't yet surprised, to be honest.
"Why?"
"Are you kidding? She played with me last year."
"What? Explain that." That I played with him? I had always behaved well, and never had done anything bad to him.
"Last year, when she was dating you, played with me as if she had a crush on me." He went on to explain, after snorting.
"I never dated Juliet! And she likes you, man, it's very obvious."
"So didn't you date her?"

"No, I didn't date Chris." I approached them after having entered and taken my bag. "He's like a brother to me, that's all."
Having said that, I left there at a fast and constant pace. TJ had to be kidding, all this for Chris, for a fucking fit of jealousy for something that wasn't even true. It wasn't normal, was it? All I knew was that TJ had hurt me and I had loved him. Whenever I was wrong, it was a mistake falling love, so he would be forgotten. I got home and after a shower I went to sleep, listening to music.

–Emilie pov–

I locked myself in my room as I got home. As usual I was alone, thankfully. I lay face up on the bed, breathing deeply to calm down. And somewhat calmer, I got up and turned on the computer, playing music in shuffle mode. 'Black roses' by Blutengel. began to play. Oh, perfect, that would depress me even more.

I'm searching in the darkness for my love, she disappeared; she left me without answers, I know she will not return.
The night is full of roses, black roses in my heart.
I was too weak to follow her, now everything falls apart, I'm to weak to carry on.
I leave the world, there's nothing wrong, I have to pay the price for love.
Black roses in my heart, I choose the way into the night.
I never saw the light but now it's shining like the stars, I wanna close my eyes.

I thought about Adam, in all that I missed him, and in all we had spent together. He had been decisive in my life but, anyway, I regretted have fallen in love. What good is it? Just makes you vulnerable, so much that I would give my own life just to have him back with me. If I had never fallen into that disease called love, I wouldn't find myself in this situation. But inevitably, now that stupid and useless feeling pointed in the direction of Ricky. I was shocked when I heard someone knocking at my bedroom's door, right in the short interval of silence when a song gives way to the next. I stood, sitting on my bed, and then Josh came into the room.

"You'll end up with a headache." He jumped when it started to play The Black Dahlia Murder, and lowered the volume of the music before coming to sit next to me. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"What's wrong with me about that?" I knew exactly what he meant, but I didn't want to touch that issue.
"It's okay that you have a bad memory, but so..." He rolled his eyes, with a smile, then looked at me intently. "What's the problem with Ricky? Don't you like him or something?"
"Don't fuck with me, Josh. He's replacing Adam, not only in the band, but also..." I didn't finish the sentence, about words, and I was also unable to admit that.

"You feel something for Ricky, right?" He asked gently.
"I don't... know."
"Emilie, he loves you. Why don't you open up a bit? I know Ricky enough to say he would never hurt you."
"It's funny, I have spent one month waiting to see him again, and now I don't know what to do."
"Get over Adam, honey, you have to do it. You can't continue mourning during the rest of your life." He hugged me, and I rested my head on his shoulder while still unable to make a decision, or something logical thinking to do.

My cellphone, lying on the bed began to vibrate.
"You left the dildo on." Josh teased me, and I parted him from me with an elbow to his stomach.
"Boh, get the fuck out." I stuck my tongue and took the phone, paralyzed by reading the name on the screen.
"Are you going to answer today, or will you wait until you go cobwebs?" He said as he approached me, looking at the screen. "Oooohhh!" He took the mobile from my hand.
"Give me the fucking phone."
"No." Josh picked up and moved the mobile to his ear, completely ignoring me. "Heeey, man!"

"Joshua Joseph Balz, give me the fucking phone."
"Never!" He got up and started running around the house. "Nah, dude, Emilie can't talk now, she has her hands occupied."
"I'm going to kill you, give me that!" I yelled while chasing him.
"Lalalalalalalalala!"
"Arrgg, sometimes I doubt that you're the big brother!" I plated him, landing on top of him on the couch.
"Aaahh, my nipple!"
"Fuck you." I got the phone, and I ran to my room before Josh returned to steal my phone.

"Hello?" Is anyone there...?" I heard Ricky say as I approached the phone to my ear.
"Yes, sorry, Josh grabbed my phone." I apologized.
"It doesn't matter." He sighed. "I have to talk to you."
"I think there's nothing more to talk about." I replied, trying to sound insensitive.
"Please." He begged, and I let out a sigh.
"Okay..." I gave in, cursing myself for it.
"Tomorrow at seven o'clock, you know where."

–Juliet pov–

That Saturday I woke up at six in the morning, and decided to go for a walk. It was windy, you could tell we were in autumn; the leaves were already on the ground, there was more there than in the branches. I put on my earphones and started to listen to 'Helena' by My Romance Chemical; Emilie had fond me of that band. I was staring at the floor and minding my own business, when I hit someone.
"Sorry." I apologized, raising my eyes and finding a guy taller than me, brown and straight hair with long side bangs and gray eyes. He wore a Chelsea Grin t-shirt, and skinny pants.
"It's okay." He smiled. "If every day they hit me so pretty girls like you, it would be brutal."
"Haha, thanks."

"What's your name?" He asked, beginning to walk beside me.
"Juliet, and yours?"
"Daniel, but call me Dan." I smiled, he looked nice. "Do you accept a walk with me?"
"Sure!" I smiled again.
"Tell me, Miss, what are you doing around here at this hour?"
"Clearing my head... how about you?"
"Basically the same, thinking. Want to talk about what's going on?"

"Nothing, I like a guy who's an idiot. He got angry at me because he thought I was dating his friend, who's like a brother to me."
"He deserves to be impaled." He answered with a wry smile.
"Brutal." I laughed, and at that time, his cellphone started ringing.
"Well, I'm leaving."

He gave me his number and left; he was nice, but no more than TJ. Why did I always end fucking up all on the subject of the guys? I sat next to an old oak, and closed my eyes. TJ was so cute... why did I dream of kissing and cuddling with him? I was freaking tired, I wanted to end it; I would have to talk to him to let things clear, I'm not a fucking toy.
"Hey, can we talk?" I opened my eyes, there was TJ, just in front of me.
"No!" I got up and left. Sometimes, by my own mistake, I looked back and saw his disappointed face. I wanted to stop and talk to him, hug him and say that I forgave him, but I couldn't afford that.

When I got home, I turned on the laptop and started listening to The Cranberries. Embracing one of my many stuffed animals, I took my phone and sent Dan a text, who quickly answered giving me his Messenger address for me to add him.

Emilie Scarlett & Juliet Rose.