Wow, I've been gone forever, haven't I?
Well, I give you, my readers and friends, my condolences. Here's my list of excuses:
I recently got a job and have been extremely busy, my sister is visiting from Germany while her husband is in Afghanistan and I'm helping her take care of my adorable nephew, trying to get my life figured out –I've been really confused and unmotivated lately, and I've been in constant pain the past month now due to medical issues, and recently took a visit to the ER to find out I have to deal with the intolerable pain in most of my body until I can get a proper appointment and doctor to sort it out. Until then, I'm living on pain medication which makes me feel like I'm insane. Wonderful life, innit'? Music is definitely a huge lifesaver for me.
Anyhow, I tried making this chapter good? Kinda sad that I think I'm only about halfway done with this story, isn't it?
Anyways, I truly appreciate the support. It makes me happy and I really love that you all love the story.
By the by, I don't know how fast I'm going to be able to crank out the next chapters, but I'll definitely try not to go missing for months again =)
Noodle lay on her bed, clad in fresh pajamas, in the fetal position with her knees pulled close to her chest. Hot tears flowed down her cold cheeks, now tearstained and pale. She stared at the wall for an immeasurable amount of time before she took a deep breath, and looked towards the sky out the window, the horizon now blood-red.
She thought about what had happened today. Everything she had seen… learned. The truth she'd discovered, though she'd never searched for it. Never even wanted it. She wanted to hate him for it, but every time she even considered it, she felt nauseous, and her heart ached with such ferocity, it made her grip her chest in pain. She hated the feeling. The emotions that coursed through her body pained and confused her. She could feel love for 2D, marred by hatred and betrayal. Every time she thought of confronting him, she felt her body quiver and she had to swallow back the lump forming in her throat as her eyes began to burn. She had always known she felt love for 2D, but she also knew it was only the love one has for a friend. The love she felt now, she no longer understood. It was like a tender burning and tingling underneath her flesh, down to her very bones. It was prominent and confusing… and more painful than she had ever imagined.
Every once in a while, Noodle would black out, and wake up to the sound of her own screaming. It had been happening once or twice every hour or so, and she was expecting it again any minute. Every time, the black lasted longer, and seemed to be taking shape into her nightmare, as though it were trying to find a way out.
A sudden rap on the wall caught Noodle's attention and she looked towards the doorframe, where she saw a familiar face. Murdoc threw her a quick glance and a nervous grin. He brought his hand to his face and coughed, then began to speak, "'Ey, love… er… I dun know 'ow ta make small talk tha' well, so I'll jus' say ih… Erm… I expec' by now, the dullard's told yew whot 'appened while I was away, so I figure yer right brassed off wit' me, yeah?" Noodle just stared at him blankly, then let her eyes wander off of their own accord.
"… n'ways, I jus' wonted te say yew should fergive the dullard." Noodle focused her gaze on Murdoc once more. He nodded, "Tha's right. S'not good fer me lil' love ta be awl angry at summin she cares about. I know yew too well… I know yew'll come 'round… Hell, yew migh' already be 'alfway there fer awl I know, I tell you…" He took a deep breath and grinned at her again, "I 'eard yew beat the shit out o' me android… S'alright I guess. I gotta fix 'er up anyways," he chuckled. "Hopefully yew didn' cause any permanent damage, yeh know?"
Fidgeting nervously with Noodle's clear unresponsiveness, Murdoc began reaching into his trouser's pocket. "Listen love… I know it's not much, an' I'm not tryin' ta bribe yew inta fergivin' me, buh I thought yew'd want this." The sound of metallic objects hitting one another came as Murdoc pulled a pair of keys out of his pocket. He walked towards Noodle carefully and placed the keys on top of her dresser. "It opens the door ta tha' ol' record shack down the way on the beach… I ain't gonna tell yeh whot yeh'll find in it, kid, but I will tell yeh tha' yeh'll like ih… Russel 'elped me pull ih togetha'…" He felt slightly relieved when Noodle's eyes twinkled with curiosity and awareness. "I know 'ow yew used ta practice awl the time back in Kong, so…" He scratched the back of his head. "Remember whot I told yew, love," he said quietly before turning back towards the door.
"Thank you, Murdoc," Noodle whispered. He turned back towards her and grinned as he shuffled towards her nervously, quickly leaning forward to gently kiss the top of her head.
"Anytime, Noodle," he told her as he patted her hair before walking towards the door, only to stop before once more looking over his shoulder and saying, "Dun think tha' this means yeh can get away wit' bashin' me cyborg, gurly. I ain't so easy wit' tha. I migh' jus have ta put yeh ta work," he sniggered as he walked down the stairs and left Noodle alone.
Noodle watched vigilantly as he left, then took a deep breath and readjusted her head's position, lying atop her curled arms.
Hours had passed after Murdoc had left his unconscious body on the hard shores of Plastic Beach, but as luck would have it, eventually, 2D awoke, his head pulsing and aching. His face was swollen and covered in a flaky, brown material that he assumed was dried blood. When he finally found the muscles in his neck, he began to look around at the clear skies, and when he finally regained thought, which proved to be difficult, 2D sat up, groaning as the blood rushed from his head and he felt the severity of his pain.
He laid back down, cursing when the hard ground pinched his skin as he rolled lazily onto his stomach. He pushed himself up with his arms, struggling with his lightweight physique, but eventually, 2D managed to get himself to his feet, albeit he was still nervous about having to shuffle his feet in order to walk.
Haphazardly, 2D adjusted his weight as he carefully moved one foot before his other and stepped forward. He took a deep breath and mimicked the movement with his other leg, but his knees buckled and he fell onto the ground. "Fockin son of a bitch," he muttered under his breath. "Kn-knockin m-me ou'… the n-nob. I-I'll twat 'im good… I-I-I'll shove 'im or punch 'im in te nose or summink," he spat angrily. He forcefully wiped the side of his face, hearing the crunch of crusted blood rubbing against his skin and falling away. He ran his tongue against his teeth, thankful that those remaining seemed to all be in place.
2D moved one hand to his right knee, pushing against it as he stood again. He shook his head, and brushed his fingers through his messy hair. He felt a pain in his chest, and moved his hand to the point of the ache. He lifted his shirt, checking out his newly formed bruise. Nothing was broken this time… only damaged further. Eventually, he began to move towards the Plastic Beach entrance once more.
Though he was still livid with Murdoc, 2D had been slightly hurt that Noodle hadn't at least checked on him. She had no idea that Murdoc had knocked 2D out cold, then kicked him in the chest. Of course, 2D had the feeling that she didn't really care at the moment. She'd just discovered the darkest secret of his past. This blew his illegitimate children, and unaffiliated flings out of the water. This was the absolute lowest point in his life –when he'd turned on the one he loved most. 2D shook his head again. Love? Do I really…
When 2D had reached his bedroom, he shook his head, leaving it empty of thought, and full of pain. Though, 2D had yet to have a day when his head had not ached. He could never remember a time. Noodle's presence always seemed to dull the pain, but it was always there. Ever since he was a child, his mother, who was a nurse, had always popped pills in his mouth whenever he had complained of an ache or sore, and he would always take them. He didn't know now if it had grown into an addiction. He never really felt like he craved the small capsules, but he knew if he did not consume them, pain would consume him. So, 2D stumbled towards his dresser and fumbled with his pill bottle until two pills found their way onto his tongue, and he more or less collapsed onto his bed. He took a deep breath and began to daydream, each thought less rational and more confusing than the one before.
"2D-kun, ano, are you sure Russel-sama is in agreement with this," a fourteen-year-old Noodle asked, looking into the dark voids she associated with her best friend.
He looked down at her and smiled widely. "Whot 'e dun know won' 'urt 'im, love. Besides… Ih's yo' birthday. Yew can do whoteva yew wan'." She stared at him, her expression blank. Eventually, she nodded minimally, trusting his questionable judgment.
As an eerie fog shrouded the area, Noodle grasped onto 2D's hand tightly. She may be a super-soldier, capable of defending herself from any potential disaster or threat, but even she found herself terrified with entering the scariest haunted house in the Europe.
2D walked inside the endless void before him, hardly conscious of the young teenager squeezing his hand relentlessly. He was unphased as the lights flashed and the thunder rolled throughout the walls of the structure. Once the inside of the haunted house became visible, Noodle flinched as she took in the gory scenes they passed by. Although it was indeed fake and 'all for fun', everything seemed lifelike. 2D's goofy grin stayed plastered on his face as Noodle cowered into his side.
He reached out to touch the fake blood of a dead body, and he chuckled. "Why dun dey use tis good-lookin' stuff in te zombie movies," he asked himself aloud. Noodle stared at his fingers, horrified.
She hid her face, burying it in 2D's shirt as they passed by scene's she was sure would give her nightmares, and squealed when plastic rats and bats began falling from the ceiling. She all but screamed bloody murder when a projection made it look as though insects and rats were crawling all about the floor, and air flew past their legs, giving the sensation that everything she saw was actually there. She jumped onto 2D's back, shrieking, and he finally turned his attention to her.
"Aw, love. T'ere ain't nuffink ta be afraid of. S'all fun an' games. Shadows can't 'urt yeh. An' if they try, I'll be 'ere ta protect yeh," he told her, hoping to sooth her fears.
She sniffed, wiping her nose with her arm. "You promise," she asked, lowering herself back onto the ground. 2D turned to face her, smiling brightly.
He cupped the side of her face gently. "I'll always protect me girl. I won' leh anyfink 'urt 'er. I promise… always," he kissed her forehead chastely, and she grinned.
She buried her face into his chest and hugged him tightly, "Arigato, 2D. Daisuki."
He grinned as he let her go and took a hold of her hand one more. "Aw, I love yew, too, dawlin'." She smiled back up at him.
In a flash, 2D was dumfounded as a scream filled his ears and Noodle was gone. After a second, he realised she was hiding behind him, latching onto his shirt, and a blood-covered, ghoulish monster, which looked like one of the zombies that roamed around Kong, jumped out at them. 2D stared at it wide-eyed, before he came to a realisation, and he walked towards it, with a struggling Noodle trying to pull him the opposite direction. 2D grinned like a child on Christmas morning as he looked over this ghastly creature, amazed. "'Ey, tas a pretty good costume yew got there! Yew look like a real zombie," he mused.
The man looked over at Noodle, who was peeking around 2D, and stared at her, confused. She only returned his look of utter confusion as she wondered how 2D could possibly be unphased by everything that would terrify a normal person.
An odd sensation distracted 2D as he reminisced of his happier days. He lifted his arm, scratching the spot where the annoying feeling came from, and a small movement on his chest took hold of his attention. He squealed, jumping up as the spider came crawling up his shirt. He spun in place, flailing his arms as he panicked. "Gehroffome. Geh ih off o'me," he squealed. Once it had fallen off of his shirt, it landed on the floor, and he immediately jumped from his bed and stepped on it.
"Take tha' fer scarin' me yeh rottuh," he spat at the now dead spider. Of all the things in the world that could of scared the man, what he was most frightened of were whales… and occasionally spiders. "When t'ey sneak up on me at least," he told himself 2D froze as he realised the implications of his actions. He movements had pulled his curtains aside, and as he turned around, he could see and all too familiar shape closing in. He whimpered and dove onto his bed, closing the curtains as fast as his trembling hands would allow. Once it had been done, he sighed, shivering violently.
Suddenly feeling grimy, 2D threw off his shirt and picked out a clean one. He walked into his bathroom and rinsed off the dried blood that had managed to stay on his face. Once that had been done, he grimaced as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. Not wanting to look back to check if what he'd seen was actually there, he decided not to shave the stubble off of his face. He quickly brushed his hair and left the bathroom, grabbing his guitar and heading towards the top of Plastic Beach. Once he reached the garden patio, he climbed over the short wall onto the fake grass and walked to face the looming sunset.
The seemingly peaceful scene seemed to fill the whole of his world, leaving beauty in its wake. The last half-hour of the sun's rays hit his skin and warmed his flesh, and the light that reflected off the surface of this destitute prison he was forced to call home, transformed it in ways that made it seem tranquil. But underneath such beauty, 2D knew all too well that this pile of rubbish held stories untold for centuries. Tales of desperation, conflict, hatred… even heartbreak. All the histories and evils of man had managed to gather in this hallowed spot, and became a lifeless heap in the middle of nowhere.
He breathed in deeply, taking in the salty air and allowing it to fill and stretch his lungs, as though it were the first time he'd ever really done so. He stretched out his sore and bruised muscles, courtesy of a shitfaced someone far below him. If Noodle had not intervened, though she'd only yelled at him, 2D was sure Murdoc would have been the one with 2D's colourful new set of abrasions.
He sat down on the grass, soft, even if it was plastic. Though, every once in a while, 2D could still see small pieces of debris most everywhere he looked. He moved the guitar he had brought with him onto his lap and starting playing the melancholy tunes that had been filling his soul for years. They leapt out at him, and held him in a cool embrace that made his chest feel hollow.
These tunes had filled him, and he'd sung them for years. By-the-by, a couple of the songs had even found their way onto the Plastic Beach album –not without modifications via Murdoc of course. They had always been there since he had believed Noodle to be dead. When Paula had cheated on him, with Murdoc no less, and then up and left the band, a younger Stuart had been heartbroken, and his chest ached with a hot pain, as if his heart had actually torn. When 2D had believed that Noodle had been dead, he felt as though he had been stabbed in the chest, the wind had been punched out of his lungs, and his knees had been knocked out from under him. The bruises under his eyes had never been worse than then.
But by far, the worst 2D had ever felt was not even a day before, when Noodle had looked up into his eyes and told him, "… I was going die my last day in Hell. I was going to give up, but… I woke up… I'm glad I woke up." And she had smiled up at him with so much tenderness, he felt like he had been slapped in the face, and his heart hadn't just been shattered… it had been completely stolen from him. He'd felt hollow and worthless, as he still did this very moment.
The entirety of the worst years of her life, Noodle had spent in unrelenting pain, while enduring torture and endless nightmares, along with blistering heat and sorrow that sought to break her soul and take her life, and yet still, the only reason Noodle had kept herself alive was to see his face, and tell him sorry for worrying him, when he was the reason she had been imprisoned in that inexplicably diabolical panorama. And even now, memories still haunt her. Delusions threaten to take her very sanity away from her, along with the very essence of what made her Noodle, and 2D felt as though there were nothing he could do to help. All the relaxing music in the world he played could only make his heartache surrender and leave him in peace for just this moment in time… for just a little longer.
An emerald iris met warm air as it stared into the darkness of the furthering twilight engulfing the island. Noodle shivered as she sat up, not quite sure as to why she had the urge to do so in the first place. As she scrutinized her bedroom, she sensed something was amiss, yet she knew upon further inspection that every last detail was in its place. She saw a shadow in the corner of her eye, and instantly surveyed the area shrouded in darkness. It seemed she was only imagining the movement, but as she began to look away, she saw transparent shapes shifting in the shadows, hiding amongst the darkness. She felt, rather than heard, their whispers, and she whimpered softly, pulling her blankets close to her body with her knees to her chest.
As she saw another movement in the shadow closest to her she jumped, moving away from her threat. Another whispered from across the room. "Ath lewlm la lbrwx," came the inaudible, shrill voice.
"Yada!" She shrieked deafeningly. "Achi itte, akuma!"
The next few minutes that passed by seemed to last a lifetime as Noodle tried to regain control of her breathing. Her arms hugged tightly around her chest as she fought to end the hyperventilation that had overcome her lungs. She sealed her eyelids tightly, shutting out the light and the apparitions around her. She rocked back and forth, her hands covering her ears, as she repeatedly whispered, "Dake watashi o nokosu. Dake watashi o nokosu. Dake watashi o nokosu…"
Noodle scarcely made out the faint murmur of the baleful shadows. They called out her name, beckoning her to surrender and give up any chance of hope she desperately grasped onto. As they mumbled her name, the whispers slowly growing in intensity and animosity, she held onto herself tighter, as if her body was slowly collapsing on itself.
"Tachisare! Akuma!" She finally yelled, out of pure frustration. Instantly, the room seemed to become illuminated, the darkness was receding, for the time being it seemed. The cold air that Noodle had not noticed before had grown slightly warm, and her visions had passed, but instinctively she knew that they would return. They had never left, only hid. She had not noticed them because she had distractions and escapes, but they only seemed to become more persistent, waning her power over them.
After moments of silence, the room began to chill once more, and Noodle sucked in an icy breath. Her pupils became restricted with her increasing fear. She had not expected them to retaliate so soon. They had certainly become stronger in her state of despair. Not wanting to face them, she quickly stood to her feet, almost losing her balance, but quickly reestablished herself before jumping off of her bed and swiftly darting out of her room. The darkness seemed to follow on her heel as she raced down the steps, and she could feel their presence on her back, so she threw open her door and fled into the twilight air. She ran on, not daring to look back. The adrenaline masked the pain in her feet as the rough, jagged plastic pinched her skin and drew spots of blood, which she feared would only further instigate the demons' diabolical fixation for her.
By the time she had gotten to the top of the staircase, and neared the entrance, Noodle was chasing after her breathing, fighting to keep it controlled. She felt the blood pulsing strongly in her jugulars and was so in tune with her body in her current state, that she could feel every beat of her heart in her chest, and every vessel of blood that was pumping throughout her body.
As Noodle allowed herself to recover, leaning against the hard wall, she could hear a faint tune carried by the wind. She thought it was just a trick of her mind, but as she continued to make out the rhythm, she knew it was truly there. Unsure of where the music was flowing from, but knowing it was somewhere above her, Noodle turned to enter the plastic castle and ride the lift. She waited impatiently as it came to retrieve her, and she decided that the roof was too high above for her to have heard the music, so she pressed the button to another floor –one that she hadn't gotten the chance to explore yet before. She was slightly excited by the prospect of whoever was playing the music, but also feared who she would find. She knew that she desperately wished for it to be Kazuno –she had not seen the dear child in ages it seemed.
Once the doors slowly opened for her, she exited carefully, taking sure, deliberate steps onto the patio. The music was coming from her right, so she turned, but nothing was there. She investigated further, coming to the wall surrounding the patio, and saw a sight she had not expected, but wasn't as surprised as she assumed she would've been to find a small area of the island that resembled a plain full of grass. Tentatively, Noodle climbed over the short wall, and walked onto the grass. The texture of it felt wrong beneath her feet, but as she speculated further, she realized that the grass, along with everything else about Plastic Beach, was fake… but it seemed like the most tranquil part of the plastic prison.
She continued to explore the small hill, walking along it and gazing out at the horizon, as well as pushing herself closer to the music she heard. As she neared the edge closest to the sunset, coming to the top of the small hill, Noodle's body stiffened and she remained frozen in place. Not too far ahead of her, was an all too recognizable figure. She contemplated turning back, and leaving before he noticed her presence, but she guessed that he already knew she was there when he took in a deep breath, and exhaled it slowly. Hesitantly, she began to walk forward.
2D was long lost in his music. Too familiar with it, he no longer bothered to play with his eyes opened, but instead played by memory and feeling where the chords were. A warm breeze blew past him, ruffling his hair and rustling the blades of grass around him, but he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when the noise of the grass continued though the small burst of wind had ceased. When the rustling became more audible, he realised he was no longer alone, and his body tensed, almost freezing whilst his fingers and hands continued to play the music without fault.
He opened his eyes, breathing deeply when he saw a familiar shaped shadow. He was slightly confused, wondering how Murdoc had gotten the cyborg up and running so quickly, but all thoughts vanished when the shadow began to move closer to him once more. He pretended to ignore it, but he was actually more focused on the movement than he was breathing, and found that he wasn't getting enough air, so he quickly filled his lungs. He became confused again when the shadow hesitated, then slowly came right up beside him. 2D continued to look forward, watching her movement intently, but as she sat down beside him, his hands had frozen, along with the rest of his body.
Noodle froze as well when his music disappeared, and wondered if coming was a completely bad idea. Was he angry at her? Did he not want to see her? Thoughts rushed into her head, quickly drowning it and filling her with dejection. But her mind went blank when 2D's head turned toward her, and he captured her eyes with his own. Fear began to take despair's place when 2D only stared, but the feeling quickly morphed into butterflies when he smiled at her tenderly. Her heart skipped a beat, and she had to break his eye contact, looking down at her feet in front of her.
2D was relieved that Noodle had seemed to have forgiven him, but his smile wavered when she didn't return his, and only looked away. Despite her reaction, he felt suddenly giddy, and all the melancholy music that had worked its way into his mind and flowed out his hands couldn't be found. As if her presence drove it away and replaced it with a sentimental feeling that filled him with peace.
2D's expression became serious when he looked at her once more. "Noodle," he spoke softly. He waited for her to meet his gaze, but she clearly refused, so he continued. "I… You shouldn't've 'ad te see that, love," he whispered. "Tha' wasn't one o' me bes' moments… … I'm really sorry yeh had ta see tha'… I'm sorry I los' control…" He apologized repeatedly.
"2D," she whispered, interrupting him. He hushed, listening to her carefully. "I am… I was upset that you hurt Murdoc-san… but… that is not why I am upset with you now…" She attempted to explain, not wanting to spell it out for him. 2D took another breath, trying to understand what she was telling him. "2D, when I found out…" She stopped again.
Suddenly, 2D realised what it was she was saying. Noodle hadn't come down to the shore to see Murdoc, or she would've been there long before 2D had wandered out there. No, she had already had clear signs of crying beforehand, from what her and Russel had clearly been discussing. Noodle now knew the whole truth. It wasn't that 2D had lied to her –more that he had kept the information from her. He didn't want her to see him cast in such a dark role. He wanted her to think of him as being perfect, and unknown to him, that's how she wanted to see him as well.
"Noodle, I… I'm a bad bes' frien'," he said, mostly to himself. "I'm so… so sorry," his voice was pained. "I didn't mean for anythin' ta happen… I… I jus' wonted… fer yew ta know 'ow I felt… an' ih almos' got yeh killed," he choked, his voice beginning to fill with despair. "I'm so glad tha' I didn' lose yeh… bu' I know tha' I kinda did… I don' deserve ta 'ave yew back in me life," he whispered.
Noodle remained silent, warm tears crawling down her face. She licked her lips as the salty tears touched them, waiting for 2D to continue. When he was quiet, she looked up at him, gasping when he was staring right back at her. She wanted to look away, but she was too scared to move anymore. As she began to examine his features, she could see the fresh wounds covering him, including one that marked him in the same way it did her, though his would probably be gone in a matter of weeks. 2D now wore a bruise to match Noodle's, on the very same side of his face. Tentatively, she lifted her hand to his face, lightly brushing her fingertips along the tender flesh, causing 2D to flinch, so she quickly tried removing her hand, but 2D had taken hold of her wrist, gently lowering it, and moving his hand down to hold her own.
He lifted his free hand to her face, cupping his fingers behind her ear. He moved her forward slightly, and she gasped silently. Her mind fogged and her heart fluttered as he began speaking, his breath showering her face. "Noodle… I did this to yew," he whispered brokenly. "I almos' lost yeh, love, because I was selfish… 'coz I couldn't put my feelins aside an' jus be 'appy yew were comin' 'ome… Ih's my fault yew were hurt… tha' yew're covered in scars… tha' yew 'ave nightmares an' try ta 'urt yehself…" he continued. "I 'ad a chance ta jus' be yo frien', an' not be angry, an' I didn' take ih… now look where we both are…" His thumb began lightly caressing her cheek, making her almost break her concentration once more. "Noodle… I hadn't realised whot I have in yeh… Ih took 'ell fer me ta realize ih, an' I don't deserve yeh… but… I love yew anyway... and I will... try... to fix yew," he whispered gently.
Noodle's eyes grew wide when he spoke his last words. As he shifted closer to her, his body turning her direction, she didn't know how to respond. She hadn't anticipated him to react like this; she wasn't ready. She didn't know how she felt, and was unsure of what his current goal was. When Noodle didn't move away from his advances, 2D took that as a positive sign, but he was still unsure of how she felt about him. She clearly did not hate him, but what could there be then?
Her heart skipped a beat, racing wildly as he came nearer, their noses now brushing alongside one another. She opened her mouth, unable to get adequate air through her nose, and she could now taste his breath on her tongue. He leaned his forehead against hers, waiting for any kind of response. He looked into her eyes, studying them until she locked them with his. Slowly, he moved to gingerly graze his lips along hers, and she breathed out heavily. Noodle's head became hot as the suspense grew, and her thoughts were no longer coherent.
Just when she wasn't ready, 2D lowered his lips, kissing hers airily. He shifted his weight, pulling her face closer, and he captured her lips with his own. When she finally came to, Noodle's heart was soaring, but her emotions were running amuck. Fully bewildered by her irrational mind and conflicting feelings, she pulled away, leaving a dumbfounded 2D staring at her questioningly. When he saw her fear and the tears in her eyes, he immediately pulled her close to him, hugging her trembling form tightly. "Love, I'm sorry. I shouldn' o' done that," he apologized. "Russel's gonna kill me," he whispered to himself. "Noodle… I-I'm sorry," he stopped when she pulled back again, rubbing her eyes vigorously.
She looked angry, but still completely in despair. "2D…" she started as she began to stand to her feet. "It's too late to apologize," she cried, leaving him heartbroken as she retreated as quickly as possible to the floor above.
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall
Take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
But that's nothing new, yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say sorry
Like the angel Heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late, whoa whoa
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
Timbaland feat. One Republic - Apologize
Translations:
Ath lewlm la lbrwx (Hebrew transliterated into English letters): You will never escape
Yada: No or no way
Achi itte: Go away
Akuma: devil, demon
Dake watashi o nokosu: Leave me alone
Tachisare: Begone