How Could An Angel Break My Heart?
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Nothings mine folks!
Author's note: Thank you so much for all the encouraging feedback. I didn't think a tarnished Bosco would go over so well. Guess I forgot that we are not all shippers ;) On that note, shippers I'm still warning you to beware. I'm pretty sure I am not heading in the direction everyone thought I was but this was never meant to be a long story. Just a few chapters but hopefully it still keeps you reading :)
Feedback: Very much appreciated.
Email: Wine_into_Water@hotmail.com
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She walked down the hallway brushing off the light layer of snow that was resting on her coat. As she walked she took in the sounds and smells from the other apartments. It was definately Christmas time. Almost every apartment either had holiday music playing or had the delicious smells of cookies and cakes being baked.
She finally reached the apartment, the last one on the right. A piece of holly hung on the door covering the number 19 and below it a picture of a happy Santa Clause stared back at her, wishing her a Merry Christmas.
"Yeah Merry Christmas" She muttered as she slipped her key into the lock and opened the door. She let a sigh of relief escape her when she saw the darkened apartment. The last thing she wanted was to see Bosco right now. She walked in and shut the door behind her while flicking on the light switch.
She had just finished pulling down her zipper from her parka when she was greeted by a small golden lab puppy jumping on her. Her face broke into a smile, the first one she had since the afternoon before. She bent down and picked up the golden ball of fur and held him to her chest.
"Hey Sam, How's my little boy?"
The little dog began wagging his tale uncontrollably as he licked her face welcoming her home.
"He missed you last night."
She jumped at the sudden voice coming out of the shadows. She felt the knot in her stomach reappear.
"What are you doing here Bos?" She asked as she set Sam back on the floor. He laid down resting his tiny head on her foot.
"I needed to see you. I thought we could talk about this." Bosco said calmly.
"There isn't anything to talk about ."
"Yes there is Faith. I want to say I'm sorry. I want to prove that i can fix this, that I can make this better." He walked closer. "I deserve that much." He whispered as he reached her.
Faith could feel anger creep through her veins. She stared back at him in disbelief. Had he said what she just thought he said?
"You deserve that much?" She asked her voice slightly rising.
"I made a mistake Faith. I said I was sorry. Doesn't that count for anything?"
Still in shock at his calmness all she could say was, "No"
"No?"
"No."
"So what? You're saying what we have isn't worth fighting for?"
"What we had Bosco was worth fighting for, for the right reasons but this." She looked down briefly before continuing. "this isn't the right reason. If I forgive you and pretend like nothing happened it'll only happen again and i can't let it."
"Faith it wont."
Faith shook her head in protest, "You can't say that it won't happen again Bos. It already happened once. There's nothing to say it won't happen again."
"I say." Bosco looked at her with pleading eyes.
Sadness crept into her eyes again, "Thats the problem Bos, I can't trust what you say anymore." A lone tear found it's way down her cheek.
"So that's it? You wont even try?" He asked in disbelief. "We're getting married in three weeks Faith" He said reminding her hoping that it would make a difference.
"We were Bos."
Bosco nodded correcting himself, "Right, we *were* getting married." He paused before continuing. "So you can just walk away from us? From Me? Doesn't it matter that you're my best friend Faith? That I have loved you for as long as I can remember? Or that when you're gone it hurts so much that I can't breath?" He waited for a response but didn't get one so he tried again. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me Faith. If i could take back what i did I would. I can't loose you. I can't loose us."
She bent down and she picked Sam up from the floor and held him close as silent tears began sliding down her cheeks. "You already have Bosco." She said sadly.
She turned towards the door she couldn't stand to see the pain in his eyes. As much as he had hurt her, she still loved him and as much as she hated the realization of it, that fact would never change.
"Faith?"
She stopped closing her eyes, she had been so close to getting out of there, "Yeah Bos?"
"What makes you think you are so much better then me?" He asked accusingly. His anger coming to the surface.
"What?" She didn't understand where this question came from. She turned around and waited for his answer.
"What allows you to act this way? To constantly throw my mistakes in my face and act like you're so perfect?"
Faith stood their staring back at him, wondering what was to come next,"Whats that suppose to mean?"
"You were married Faith. You had a husband and a family but yet you still."
Faith cut him off , " I was never unfaithful to my husband!"
"Weren't you? We may not have slept together Faith, but you were anything but faithful. Your heart belonged to me way before you ever got a divorce, and long before you even thought of telling Fred about us. You let him believe that everything was fine and when it suited you, you ripped out his heart."
A familiar hurt had re taken it's place in Faiths heart. It had almost been a year something like nine or ten months since she had told Fred the truth about her feelings for Bosco but the look in his eyes, the pain in his voice still haunted her.
"You know what? You're right Bosco, I'm not any better then you are. But there is one difference." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Even when I knew I was throwing everything away, doing things that I could never take back. I had the courage to face Fred, to look him the eye and tell him the truth. It may have killed the both of us to hear what I had to say but i said it. I didn't hide behind closed curtains and locked doors."
"So if I had been truthful about this, came home and told you about it we'd be fine?"
"No, but maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much as seeing the two of you."
Bosco's chest tightened as he looked back towards her. "You saw us?"
Faith nodded.
"I thought Davis had told you. Faith I never wanted you to find out that way."
"You didn't want me to find out at all Bosco!"
"I would have told you Faith."
"Oh I'm sure you would have." She shot back sarcasticly. "When? Maybe after dinner one night, or maybe at the wedding reception? Oh i know on our honeymoon, right?"
"Faith,"
She held up her hand.
"Enough! I don't want to hear anymore. Not one more I'm sorry or i would or should have! I need time with this Bosco can't you understand that?."
"I'll give you all the time you need Faith." He promised. "I just need to know that when you're finished you'll come back."
"I can't make that promise Bos. I just can't"
Before he could say anything else she turned and left still holding Sam in her arms.
Bosco stood there staring at the closed door, much like he did the previous night. But this time instead of hoping and believing that she would come back to him. He stood there knowing that she wouldn't.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Nothings mine folks!
Author's note: Thank you so much for all the encouraging feedback. I didn't think a tarnished Bosco would go over so well. Guess I forgot that we are not all shippers ;) On that note, shippers I'm still warning you to beware. I'm pretty sure I am not heading in the direction everyone thought I was but this was never meant to be a long story. Just a few chapters but hopefully it still keeps you reading :)
Feedback: Very much appreciated.
Email: Wine_into_Water@hotmail.com
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She walked down the hallway brushing off the light layer of snow that was resting on her coat. As she walked she took in the sounds and smells from the other apartments. It was definately Christmas time. Almost every apartment either had holiday music playing or had the delicious smells of cookies and cakes being baked.
She finally reached the apartment, the last one on the right. A piece of holly hung on the door covering the number 19 and below it a picture of a happy Santa Clause stared back at her, wishing her a Merry Christmas.
"Yeah Merry Christmas" She muttered as she slipped her key into the lock and opened the door. She let a sigh of relief escape her when she saw the darkened apartment. The last thing she wanted was to see Bosco right now. She walked in and shut the door behind her while flicking on the light switch.
She had just finished pulling down her zipper from her parka when she was greeted by a small golden lab puppy jumping on her. Her face broke into a smile, the first one she had since the afternoon before. She bent down and picked up the golden ball of fur and held him to her chest.
"Hey Sam, How's my little boy?"
The little dog began wagging his tale uncontrollably as he licked her face welcoming her home.
"He missed you last night."
She jumped at the sudden voice coming out of the shadows. She felt the knot in her stomach reappear.
"What are you doing here Bos?" She asked as she set Sam back on the floor. He laid down resting his tiny head on her foot.
"I needed to see you. I thought we could talk about this." Bosco said calmly.
"There isn't anything to talk about ."
"Yes there is Faith. I want to say I'm sorry. I want to prove that i can fix this, that I can make this better." He walked closer. "I deserve that much." He whispered as he reached her.
Faith could feel anger creep through her veins. She stared back at him in disbelief. Had he said what she just thought he said?
"You deserve that much?" She asked her voice slightly rising.
"I made a mistake Faith. I said I was sorry. Doesn't that count for anything?"
Still in shock at his calmness all she could say was, "No"
"No?"
"No."
"So what? You're saying what we have isn't worth fighting for?"
"What we had Bosco was worth fighting for, for the right reasons but this." She looked down briefly before continuing. "this isn't the right reason. If I forgive you and pretend like nothing happened it'll only happen again and i can't let it."
"Faith it wont."
Faith shook her head in protest, "You can't say that it won't happen again Bos. It already happened once. There's nothing to say it won't happen again."
"I say." Bosco looked at her with pleading eyes.
Sadness crept into her eyes again, "Thats the problem Bos, I can't trust what you say anymore." A lone tear found it's way down her cheek.
"So that's it? You wont even try?" He asked in disbelief. "We're getting married in three weeks Faith" He said reminding her hoping that it would make a difference.
"We were Bos."
Bosco nodded correcting himself, "Right, we *were* getting married." He paused before continuing. "So you can just walk away from us? From Me? Doesn't it matter that you're my best friend Faith? That I have loved you for as long as I can remember? Or that when you're gone it hurts so much that I can't breath?" He waited for a response but didn't get one so he tried again. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me Faith. If i could take back what i did I would. I can't loose you. I can't loose us."
She bent down and she picked Sam up from the floor and held him close as silent tears began sliding down her cheeks. "You already have Bosco." She said sadly.
She turned towards the door she couldn't stand to see the pain in his eyes. As much as he had hurt her, she still loved him and as much as she hated the realization of it, that fact would never change.
"Faith?"
She stopped closing her eyes, she had been so close to getting out of there, "Yeah Bos?"
"What makes you think you are so much better then me?" He asked accusingly. His anger coming to the surface.
"What?" She didn't understand where this question came from. She turned around and waited for his answer.
"What allows you to act this way? To constantly throw my mistakes in my face and act like you're so perfect?"
Faith stood their staring back at him, wondering what was to come next,"Whats that suppose to mean?"
"You were married Faith. You had a husband and a family but yet you still."
Faith cut him off , " I was never unfaithful to my husband!"
"Weren't you? We may not have slept together Faith, but you were anything but faithful. Your heart belonged to me way before you ever got a divorce, and long before you even thought of telling Fred about us. You let him believe that everything was fine and when it suited you, you ripped out his heart."
A familiar hurt had re taken it's place in Faiths heart. It had almost been a year something like nine or ten months since she had told Fred the truth about her feelings for Bosco but the look in his eyes, the pain in his voice still haunted her.
"You know what? You're right Bosco, I'm not any better then you are. But there is one difference." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Even when I knew I was throwing everything away, doing things that I could never take back. I had the courage to face Fred, to look him the eye and tell him the truth. It may have killed the both of us to hear what I had to say but i said it. I didn't hide behind closed curtains and locked doors."
"So if I had been truthful about this, came home and told you about it we'd be fine?"
"No, but maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much as seeing the two of you."
Bosco's chest tightened as he looked back towards her. "You saw us?"
Faith nodded.
"I thought Davis had told you. Faith I never wanted you to find out that way."
"You didn't want me to find out at all Bosco!"
"I would have told you Faith."
"Oh I'm sure you would have." She shot back sarcasticly. "When? Maybe after dinner one night, or maybe at the wedding reception? Oh i know on our honeymoon, right?"
"Faith,"
She held up her hand.
"Enough! I don't want to hear anymore. Not one more I'm sorry or i would or should have! I need time with this Bosco can't you understand that?."
"I'll give you all the time you need Faith." He promised. "I just need to know that when you're finished you'll come back."
"I can't make that promise Bos. I just can't"
Before he could say anything else she turned and left still holding Sam in her arms.
Bosco stood there staring at the closed door, much like he did the previous night. But this time instead of hoping and believing that she would come back to him. He stood there knowing that she wouldn't.
