Author's Note: Wazzup yalls? Second half of Bohemian Diamonds here. I figured you all like variety so try not to get to depressed
when reading my new fic. I haven't decided what to do with the nest chapter so please R+R! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Part 1
Christian's P.O.V.
Dawn turns to dusk . The darkness of the night cascades around me. The light that once shined upon me is burned out. All hope is lost. The happiness that love gave me is now love's sorrow. I can no longer turn to face another woman again. Everything that brought me joy in this life is now shattered and broken. My friends are turned against me. Writing is impossible. I can't live live without her. She was my only lust,love, and inspiration. She's like the blood in my vains. Now that she's gone, I'm loosing it. All I could feel was hatrid. A force darker than jealousy,and even stronger than love has taken over my soul.
I sat in my apartment looking over the deserted street in Montmarte. The clock on my bedside table read 1:00 AM. The kitchen table was covered with empty absainth bottles and what was left of the tobbaco. It's been nearly two months since Satine's death. The calender on the cabinet door marked the days that I've shut myself out. The world outside was unknown to me. There was nothing I could do.
Toulouse's P.O.V.
The street was filthy. Ripped bedding and trash covered the sidewalk . I haven't seen or heard from Christian in over a month now. Pains jolted my stomach when I think about what could of happened to him. The building was crumbled and bearly standing. I took the small key inside my pocket and reached up to the keyhole. It slid in and cracked the door open. As I made my way up the stairs I could smell the familiar scent of bitter absainth. When I reached the door, it was locked.
"Christian! Christian are you in there?!" I hollered out menacingly.
"Go away!" he groaned .
" Christian, what are you doing in there? Are you getting drunk like me? ..................high?........a little bit of both?"
"grrrr..."
The door unlocked and opened slowly to reveal a man that I didn't recognize.
" Whoa! What happened to you?" I asked in a worried tone of voice.
" What do you think?"
" What do I think about what? the beard and overgrown fingernails?" I asked him cheerfully letting myself in the darkened house
" Toulouse? What exactly did you come here for?"
when reading my new fic. I haven't decided what to do with the nest chapter so please R+R! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Part 1
Christian's P.O.V.
Dawn turns to dusk . The darkness of the night cascades around me. The light that once shined upon me is burned out. All hope is lost. The happiness that love gave me is now love's sorrow. I can no longer turn to face another woman again. Everything that brought me joy in this life is now shattered and broken. My friends are turned against me. Writing is impossible. I can't live live without her. She was my only lust,love, and inspiration. She's like the blood in my vains. Now that she's gone, I'm loosing it. All I could feel was hatrid. A force darker than jealousy,and even stronger than love has taken over my soul.
I sat in my apartment looking over the deserted street in Montmarte. The clock on my bedside table read 1:00 AM. The kitchen table was covered with empty absainth bottles and what was left of the tobbaco. It's been nearly two months since Satine's death. The calender on the cabinet door marked the days that I've shut myself out. The world outside was unknown to me. There was nothing I could do.
Toulouse's P.O.V.
The street was filthy. Ripped bedding and trash covered the sidewalk . I haven't seen or heard from Christian in over a month now. Pains jolted my stomach when I think about what could of happened to him. The building was crumbled and bearly standing. I took the small key inside my pocket and reached up to the keyhole. It slid in and cracked the door open. As I made my way up the stairs I could smell the familiar scent of bitter absainth. When I reached the door, it was locked.
"Christian! Christian are you in there?!" I hollered out menacingly.
"Go away!" he groaned .
" Christian, what are you doing in there? Are you getting drunk like me? ..................high?........a little bit of both?"
"grrrr..."
The door unlocked and opened slowly to reveal a man that I didn't recognize.
" Whoa! What happened to you?" I asked in a worried tone of voice.
" What do you think?"
" What do I think about what? the beard and overgrown fingernails?" I asked him cheerfully letting myself in the darkened house
" Toulouse? What exactly did you come here for?"