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The Long Surrender: Prologue/??
Title: The Long Surrender
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lalalive23
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff and sadness, swearing
Summary: AU. Matt moved to Spain immediately after his lover left him to continue his work on the Spanish guitar. When Dom takes a holiday with his new fiancee, his world gets turned upside down and nothing is ever the same again.
Feedback: Is awesome. I like it. Keep it coming?
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: You guys are TOTALLY sick of me updating aren't you? Well, sorry....=/ But National Novel Writing Month has started and I did post a while back that this story would be starting. It's my story and I have no idea if it will be done by the time I reach the 50,000. Like I said before, You are not expected at all to read this. This story is friends locked for this reason. It's just my way of showing you my progress. This is done for word count, so if you don't enjoy it, cool. Just go back to Walls because that will be updated soon anyway. FOR EVERYONE WONDERING IF I AM FLUNKING COLLEGE, I am not...tbh. Some how, I've gotten awesome at time management. WIN. *words so far: 2,468
Thanks tosunshine_173 for being a sexy beta. You get a Maynard in your mail box. Thanks to dolce_piccante for being a gorgeous bit reader. You get Dominic Howard, naked in your bed. I know you both love me :D
Summer in London was blossoming, the sun rising high into the sky and pouring itself onto the city in an attempt to warm the inhabitants.
Through the closed curtains and the white linen sheets that held two nestled heads, the sun crept its way in, giving the loft apartment an eerie glow and gently nuzzling the dark haired woman awake. The rustling of the cloth caused the blonde to stir with her until eventually, a pair of green eyes rested lovingly on a pair of cool grey. Muddled with hangover and sleep, the two giggled luxuriously as soft hands caressed thighs, hips and faces.
"Good morning," came the blonde's husky voice. He graced the smiling woman with an eskimo kiss, closing his eyes loosely and savoring the feel of her soft skin.
"Hello, love," was her gentle reply. After the morning pleasantries, they settled into the womb of the room, staring happily into each other's eyes and drifting in and out of sleep's embrace.
In the early morning silence, with Julia held closely to his chest, Dominic reflected on the events of the past two years of his life.
After receiving a promotion at Martin & Osek's advertising firm, he had found himself climbing the corporate ladder at an alarming pace. It had only taken a few months for him to become one of the top advertising executives at the firm, sought after and trusted explicitly by his employers, and his opinions were listened to thoughtfully. He was in the position he had dreamed of all his life, and he had never been happier.
But the fates had other plans for him. It was in May of 2008 that he met Julia Sawyer, the stunning and frighteningly intelligent event planner who organized his company's expo in San Francisco. It had only taken him two days to find himself impossibly smitten with her, sitting in his hotel room running through their conversations, studying the memory of her smiles, and finding all the shades that were hidden in the strands of her dark hair. He worried himself, in those early days, finding it terrifying and inconceivable that he was as affected by her as he was. Upon announcing his feelings, he was certain he would remember forever the depth of her blush, her shy admittance that she too felt the same, and her charming giggle of joy when he asked her to follow him back to London.
In the silence of the bedroom in his loft apartment, Julia's breathing so even and so calm, he attempted to discover if it took two days or two years to realize that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. It was, of course, an impossible thing to decipher. And so, he merely clasped her left hand, bringing her fingers to his lips and admired with pride the engagement ring he had slipped on her finger the night before.
The evening had been planned for months, Julia blissfully unaware that he had any intention of sealing their relationship into a permanent contract. He took her to their favourite Italian restaurant, neither expensive nor cheap. The place he took her their first night out in London, the place he wanted to take their future children for birthdays and family dinners.
He had no big musical arrangement, he had to no signs or banners, nor did he want the ring to appear in her food. Instead, he spent the evening toying with their joined hands, which rested on the table, and his mobile, knowing well how it irritated Julia when he did so. It was not that she was fussy, by any means, but she felt that mobiles at dinner were inappropriate, detracting from the conversation with the person you should be focusing on. As he knew she would, she pulled hers out in defiance, one hand still being touched and fingers being pulled by Dominic's. When she turned her eyes back to his face, having stuffed her mobile back into her bag, she noticed he had slid a ring on her left ring finger, halfway on, and still in the process of getting it all the way to the hilt. He met her stunned gaze with a devastating smile, and merely whispered,
"I love you. I want you. And I need you. That will not change. And I think that's reason enough to spend the rest of my life with you, only if you will have me?"
Her words were not as calm nor as silent as his, her screamed "YES!" startling the entire building and her leap over the table into his lap forcing the room to erupt into laughter and applause.
It was understandable then, that she wanted to sleep her afternoon away, hungover and naturally high from their night of celebration. And he did not mind, her beauty hardly marred by her mascara rubbed cheeks and under eyes.
After many moments, long moments, of silence, he felt her stir and was greeted once more by her emerald eyes. She had caught him, his fingers still fiddling with her ring finger.
"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" she said giggling. She pulled her hand from his and turned onto her back to lift her hand into the air, above their faces, allowing the ring to sparkle in the dim sunlight. The large diamond sparkled and the white gold glimmered, against her pale skin, it looked as if it was meant to be there since her birth. "You did good, boy," she teased.
"Oi! I've never bought a single piece of jewelry in my life. You would be proud too." He poked her ribs as he finished the sentence and he smiled at her little shriek.
"Not the ribs! Stop it! Damn you!" she giggled violently, attempting to swat him away with one hand, holding her left away from the tussle.
"It's a diamond, Jules. It won't break," Dominic teased, noticing the motion.
"Obviously. But with your clumsy arse, nothing is certain," she laughed, preparing for another attack.
The attack did not come, however, and Dominic simply laughed with glee at her slipping accent, something that had recently started occurring in her vocal inflections. He instead kissed her neck languidly, suddenly remembering that he had one other surprise for her.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, lifting the covers from himself and stepping into the cool air, shivering as it hit his naked body. Julia turned onto her side, admiring Dominic's arse with a lick of her lips and wiggled her eye brows as he turned to meet her gaze when he bent into his leather bag.
"Stop it, you make me feel so objectified," he said, pretending to be wounded.
"I am not going to apologize for staring at your stunning bum when I have caught you staring at my boobs so many times, I have actually lost count," she said, turning onto her back.
"You have good tits," he said simply.
Julia snorted. "Apply the same logic to your arse and you will understand me."
Dominic laughed again at her slip, pulling out a long envelope from the pocket of his bag and leaping eagerly back into bed.
"Here you go!" he said, handing her the envelope as he snuggled back under the duvet.
"What's this now?" she said, exasperated. Dominic smiled as she took the envelope, knowing well she hated surprises. He was sure, however, that this would be a continuation of glee from last night.
Her delicate finger slid under the seal and tore, gently working the paper as to not shred it to pieces. She pulled out to pieces of paper, her breath catching, her eyes widening.
"Dominic!!" she explained. "Are you kidding? Spain? You're not lying? You bought these? When? What? SPAIN?" Her eyes looked excitedly from him, back to the plane tickets, and back to him, his face laughing maniacally.
"About two months ago. I know you love Madrid, so I figured we could go next month, spend a few weeks there and just enjoy being engaged before things get crazy at work, yeah? I already asked Gavin if I could have the days and he practically shoved me on the plane since I've never taken a day off since I started there. I called your firm. You're free to leave when you name the day. Though, Karen was a bit over excited and nearly spilled the news to everyone in the office. Sweet girl, she is, but...much. So. You want to go?" Dominic stared hopefully into her eyes, knowing well her answer.
She thrust their lips together, placing the tickets on the bedside table and climbing a top him. "Yes," she whispered between kisses. "Yes, yes yes, yes."
~*~
A few miles away, in a different section of London, Matthew was eagerly making his way back home, joy on his face and in his heart. He had just made the biggest decision in his life regarding his music and he was simply all too excited to share the news with his lover, his partner, his soul mate.
Bag slung carelessly over his shoulder, he bounded up the four flights of stairs to his apartment, his smile dimming slightly when he saw the door ajar. It took him a few moments to catch his breath, noticing only momentarily the boxes lining the wall around the door frame.
"Evan?" he called, walking toward the apartment. He pushed open the door further, finding boxes and tissue paper strewn around his small kitchen. The muscles of his heart clenched tightly, realization dawning instantaneously on his face and, suddenly, he was finding it difficult to breathe. "Evan?" he called louder.
"In here, Matt," Evan called. Matthew followed the sound to their small living room, finding him on the ground shoving his books into a beaten old cardboard box, the label 'plates' scratched out in red sharpie. Matthew recognized the box from their move into the apartment, the word written in Matthew's hand writing.
"What are you doing?" Matthew asked, dumbly. He could do nothing but stand and stare.
"I can't do this anymore," he said simply.
Trying his hardest to process the statement, Matthew closed his eyes and tried to focus. "Can't do what anymore, exactly?" he breathed, praying to a god he didn't believe in that what he was seeing was not actually what was happening.
"This, us. You and your obsession with music. I can't pretend it isn't killing us." Evan finally brought his eyes to Matt's, the brown looking dark and empty.
"Wait....what?" Matthew said, genuinely confused by the explanation.
"When I met you," Evan said, closing the box and taping it shut, "it was amazing that you played guitar. And not just guitar, Spanish guitar. It was so sexy and seductive, of course I couldn't resist you. But you were so much more, back then. You were brilliant and smart, the top of our bloody class at uni. You could have done anything, but you chose music. And I went along with it, because I loved you. But now, it's all you do. I can't afford to do this on my own anymore and I can't afford to wait for something to happen with your career."
Evan stood finally and met Matthew's silent face. He shook his sandy brown hair from his eyes, dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep. "It's like...." he broke off, planning exactly what to say. "It's like, suddenly, your guitar is the love of your life and I'm this after thought, our future is an after thought. I am so sick of competing with a fucking object, I can't do it anymore." He moved to brush past Matthew, their shoulders nearly touching and Matthew found himself craving the contact. As if the touch would persuade Evan to stay.
"It isn't like that, though," Matthew exclaimed, turning to keep his eyes on Evan. "I supported you through your art and all the times you went jobless! Why can't you do the same for me?"
"Because I have a bloody job now! I design concert posters now!" Evan shouted, his back to Matthew, and the action sliced Matthew's heart into threes. "You have nothing! NOTHING! And I can't pretend that it's ok, that your sick obsession with your guitar and your music isn't killing me. It's me or the music, Matt. Me or the music." With his last words, he turned to meet Matthew's weeping eyes. Matthew's gut clenched at the fact that Evan was not as affected by this announcement as he. He stood cool and collected, regarding Matthew with ice and frustration. In the pit of his belly, he had the urge to curl into himself, like a ball, like a child. He wanted Evan to hold him, and tell him that he was sorry for being so silly, that the thought of leaving him was more difficult than the thought of staying.
"Why can't I have both?" he whispered. "Why does it have to be one or the other? I love you and I love my music equally." He shut his eyes, then, the tears spilling down his cheeks. He hated himself for them.
"Because it isn't equal love, Matt. And I'm done pretending our relationship can survive the intrusion." Evan said the words softly, and brought the last of his boxes out to the hallway.
Matthew followed him, hands fisting in his hair in wild confusion. “Why didn’t you say anything? How long have you been thinking about this? Don’t I deserve some kind chance at fixing things?”
Evan moved back and forth from the flat to the hallway, dragging his bags of clothes through the house with Matt hot on his heels. “You’re right, I should have said something. But how long would it have been before we got right back to the same old routine, yeah? And all the while, I’d be feeling the way I do now.”
In the archway from the kitchen to the living room, Matthew stood, silently and letting the words wash over his heated skin. He sniffled, and let his shoulders shake from his sobs. “And...how - how do you...feel?” he choked out.
Evan turned then, his lips showing signs of a quiver but not enough to change the features on his face. “Like I don’t love you enough to try and work through it.”
Hours later, after the moving truck he had no idea was coming that afternoon had removed everything he had shared with Evan, Matthew sat on the couch, blankly and feeling as if he had been hollowed. The apartment was empty, cold and devoid of any joy it once held. He wasn't sure if he was breathing, wasn't sure if time was passing. Eventually, he brought his hands to the bag that was still draped over his shoulder.
His long and elegant fingers fondled the fabric numbly, the nails on his right hand making scratching sounds, debating whether or not he could bring himself to look at the purchase that had made him so absurdly happy earlier that day. It seemed silly, now, after everything that happened, to even consider looking at it let alone to contemplate if he should go through with all the plans the purchase contained. His hesitancy dissipated into a sad nothingness, and as he pulled out the envelope, he wondered if he would ever truly feel anything again.
After what seemed like hours of merely staring at white paper, he decided that leaving was the only course of action. And so, he pulled out the two tickets to Spain, shredding one and tossing the fragments of paper in the air, not caring to look at where they landed.
All he could feel was a tickle of gratitude that he had made the plans to leave in a week.
Author:
lalalive23 Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Fluff and sadness, swearing
Summary: AU. Matt moved to Spain immediately after his lover left him to continue his work on the Spanish guitar. When Dom takes a holiday with his new fiancee, his world gets turned upside down and nothing is ever the same again.
Feedback: Is awesome. I like it. Keep it coming?
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse. If I did, they sure as hell would not be let out of the naughty closet. I don't make money off this. If I did, I would be a rich lady and not distracting myself from writing an undergrad thesis that is somehow much bigger than I.
Note: You guys are TOTALLY sick of me updating aren't you? Well, sorry....=/ But National Novel Writing Month has started and I did post a while back that this story would be starting. It's my story and I have no idea if it will be done by the time I reach the 50,000. Like I said before, You are not expected at all to read this. This story is friends locked for this reason. It's just my way of showing you my progress. This is done for word count, so if you don't enjoy it, cool. Just go back to Walls because that will be updated soon anyway. FOR EVERYONE WONDERING IF I AM FLUNKING COLLEGE, I am not...tbh. Some how, I've gotten awesome at time management. WIN. *words so far: 2,468
Thanks to
sunshine_173 for being a sexy beta. You get a Maynard in your mail box. Thanks to dolce_piccante for being a gorgeous bit reader. You get Dominic Howard, naked in your bed. I know you both love me :DSummer in London was blossoming, the sun rising high into the sky and pouring itself onto the city in an attempt to warm the inhabitants.
Through the closed curtains and the white linen sheets that held two nestled heads, the sun crept its way in, giving the loft apartment an eerie glow and gently nuzzling the dark haired woman awake. The rustling of the cloth caused the blonde to stir with her until eventually, a pair of green eyes rested lovingly on a pair of cool grey. Muddled with hangover and sleep, the two giggled luxuriously as soft hands caressed thighs, hips and faces.
"Good morning," came the blonde's husky voice. He graced the smiling woman with an eskimo kiss, closing his eyes loosely and savoring the feel of her soft skin.
"Hello, love," was her gentle reply. After the morning pleasantries, they settled into the womb of the room, staring happily into each other's eyes and drifting in and out of sleep's embrace.
In the early morning silence, with Julia held closely to his chest, Dominic reflected on the events of the past two years of his life.
After receiving a promotion at Martin & Osek's advertising firm, he had found himself climbing the corporate ladder at an alarming pace. It had only taken a few months for him to become one of the top advertising executives at the firm, sought after and trusted explicitly by his employers, and his opinions were listened to thoughtfully. He was in the position he had dreamed of all his life, and he had never been happier.
But the fates had other plans for him. It was in May of 2008 that he met Julia Sawyer, the stunning and frighteningly intelligent event planner who organized his company's expo in San Francisco. It had only taken him two days to find himself impossibly smitten with her, sitting in his hotel room running through their conversations, studying the memory of her smiles, and finding all the shades that were hidden in the strands of her dark hair. He worried himself, in those early days, finding it terrifying and inconceivable that he was as affected by her as he was. Upon announcing his feelings, he was certain he would remember forever the depth of her blush, her shy admittance that she too felt the same, and her charming giggle of joy when he asked her to follow him back to London.
In the silence of the bedroom in his loft apartment, Julia's breathing so even and so calm, he attempted to discover if it took two days or two years to realize that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. It was, of course, an impossible thing to decipher. And so, he merely clasped her left hand, bringing her fingers to his lips and admired with pride the engagement ring he had slipped on her finger the night before.
The evening had been planned for months, Julia blissfully unaware that he had any intention of sealing their relationship into a permanent contract. He took her to their favourite Italian restaurant, neither expensive nor cheap. The place he took her their first night out in London, the place he wanted to take their future children for birthdays and family dinners.
He had no big musical arrangement, he had to no signs or banners, nor did he want the ring to appear in her food. Instead, he spent the evening toying with their joined hands, which rested on the table, and his mobile, knowing well how it irritated Julia when he did so. It was not that she was fussy, by any means, but she felt that mobiles at dinner were inappropriate, detracting from the conversation with the person you should be focusing on. As he knew she would, she pulled hers out in defiance, one hand still being touched and fingers being pulled by Dominic's. When she turned her eyes back to his face, having stuffed her mobile back into her bag, she noticed he had slid a ring on her left ring finger, halfway on, and still in the process of getting it all the way to the hilt. He met her stunned gaze with a devastating smile, and merely whispered,
"I love you. I want you. And I need you. That will not change. And I think that's reason enough to spend the rest of my life with you, only if you will have me?"
Her words were not as calm nor as silent as his, her screamed "YES!" startling the entire building and her leap over the table into his lap forcing the room to erupt into laughter and applause.
It was understandable then, that she wanted to sleep her afternoon away, hungover and naturally high from their night of celebration. And he did not mind, her beauty hardly marred by her mascara rubbed cheeks and under eyes.
After many moments, long moments, of silence, he felt her stir and was greeted once more by her emerald eyes. She had caught him, his fingers still fiddling with her ring finger.
"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" she said giggling. She pulled her hand from his and turned onto her back to lift her hand into the air, above their faces, allowing the ring to sparkle in the dim sunlight. The large diamond sparkled and the white gold glimmered, against her pale skin, it looked as if it was meant to be there since her birth. "You did good, boy," she teased.
"Oi! I've never bought a single piece of jewelry in my life. You would be proud too." He poked her ribs as he finished the sentence and he smiled at her little shriek.
"Not the ribs! Stop it! Damn you!" she giggled violently, attempting to swat him away with one hand, holding her left away from the tussle.
"It's a diamond, Jules. It won't break," Dominic teased, noticing the motion.
"Obviously. But with your clumsy arse, nothing is certain," she laughed, preparing for another attack.
The attack did not come, however, and Dominic simply laughed with glee at her slipping accent, something that had recently started occurring in her vocal inflections. He instead kissed her neck languidly, suddenly remembering that he had one other surprise for her.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, lifting the covers from himself and stepping into the cool air, shivering as it hit his naked body. Julia turned onto her side, admiring Dominic's arse with a lick of her lips and wiggled her eye brows as he turned to meet her gaze when he bent into his leather bag.
"Stop it, you make me feel so objectified," he said, pretending to be wounded.
"I am not going to apologize for staring at your stunning bum when I have caught you staring at my boobs so many times, I have actually lost count," she said, turning onto her back.
"You have good tits," he said simply.
Julia snorted. "Apply the same logic to your arse and you will understand me."
Dominic laughed again at her slip, pulling out a long envelope from the pocket of his bag and leaping eagerly back into bed.
"Here you go!" he said, handing her the envelope as he snuggled back under the duvet.
"What's this now?" she said, exasperated. Dominic smiled as she took the envelope, knowing well she hated surprises. He was sure, however, that this would be a continuation of glee from last night.
Her delicate finger slid under the seal and tore, gently working the paper as to not shred it to pieces. She pulled out to pieces of paper, her breath catching, her eyes widening.
"Dominic!!" she explained. "Are you kidding? Spain? You're not lying? You bought these? When? What? SPAIN?" Her eyes looked excitedly from him, back to the plane tickets, and back to him, his face laughing maniacally.
"About two months ago. I know you love Madrid, so I figured we could go next month, spend a few weeks there and just enjoy being engaged before things get crazy at work, yeah? I already asked Gavin if I could have the days and he practically shoved me on the plane since I've never taken a day off since I started there. I called your firm. You're free to leave when you name the day. Though, Karen was a bit over excited and nearly spilled the news to everyone in the office. Sweet girl, she is, but...much. So. You want to go?" Dominic stared hopefully into her eyes, knowing well her answer.
She thrust their lips together, placing the tickets on the bedside table and climbing a top him. "Yes," she whispered between kisses. "Yes, yes yes, yes."
~*~
A few miles away, in a different section of London, Matthew was eagerly making his way back home, joy on his face and in his heart. He had just made the biggest decision in his life regarding his music and he was simply all too excited to share the news with his lover, his partner, his soul mate.
Bag slung carelessly over his shoulder, he bounded up the four flights of stairs to his apartment, his smile dimming slightly when he saw the door ajar. It took him a few moments to catch his breath, noticing only momentarily the boxes lining the wall around the door frame.
"Evan?" he called, walking toward the apartment. He pushed open the door further, finding boxes and tissue paper strewn around his small kitchen. The muscles of his heart clenched tightly, realization dawning instantaneously on his face and, suddenly, he was finding it difficult to breathe. "Evan?" he called louder.
"In here, Matt," Evan called. Matthew followed the sound to their small living room, finding him on the ground shoving his books into a beaten old cardboard box, the label 'plates' scratched out in red sharpie. Matthew recognized the box from their move into the apartment, the word written in Matthew's hand writing.
"What are you doing?" Matthew asked, dumbly. He could do nothing but stand and stare.
"I can't do this anymore," he said simply.
Trying his hardest to process the statement, Matthew closed his eyes and tried to focus. "Can't do what anymore, exactly?" he breathed, praying to a god he didn't believe in that what he was seeing was not actually what was happening.
"This, us. You and your obsession with music. I can't pretend it isn't killing us." Evan finally brought his eyes to Matt's, the brown looking dark and empty.
"Wait....what?" Matthew said, genuinely confused by the explanation.
"When I met you," Evan said, closing the box and taping it shut, "it was amazing that you played guitar. And not just guitar, Spanish guitar. It was so sexy and seductive, of course I couldn't resist you. But you were so much more, back then. You were brilliant and smart, the top of our bloody class at uni. You could have done anything, but you chose music. And I went along with it, because I loved you. But now, it's all you do. I can't afford to do this on my own anymore and I can't afford to wait for something to happen with your career."
Evan stood finally and met Matthew's silent face. He shook his sandy brown hair from his eyes, dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep. "It's like...." he broke off, planning exactly what to say. "It's like, suddenly, your guitar is the love of your life and I'm this after thought, our future is an after thought. I am so sick of competing with a fucking object, I can't do it anymore." He moved to brush past Matthew, their shoulders nearly touching and Matthew found himself craving the contact. As if the touch would persuade Evan to stay.
"It isn't like that, though," Matthew exclaimed, turning to keep his eyes on Evan. "I supported you through your art and all the times you went jobless! Why can't you do the same for me?"
"Because I have a bloody job now! I design concert posters now!" Evan shouted, his back to Matthew, and the action sliced Matthew's heart into threes. "You have nothing! NOTHING! And I can't pretend that it's ok, that your sick obsession with your guitar and your music isn't killing me. It's me or the music, Matt. Me or the music." With his last words, he turned to meet Matthew's weeping eyes. Matthew's gut clenched at the fact that Evan was not as affected by this announcement as he. He stood cool and collected, regarding Matthew with ice and frustration. In the pit of his belly, he had the urge to curl into himself, like a ball, like a child. He wanted Evan to hold him, and tell him that he was sorry for being so silly, that the thought of leaving him was more difficult than the thought of staying.
"Why can't I have both?" he whispered. "Why does it have to be one or the other? I love you and I love my music equally." He shut his eyes, then, the tears spilling down his cheeks. He hated himself for them.
"Because it isn't equal love, Matt. And I'm done pretending our relationship can survive the intrusion." Evan said the words softly, and brought the last of his boxes out to the hallway.
Matthew followed him, hands fisting in his hair in wild confusion. “Why didn’t you say anything? How long have you been thinking about this? Don’t I deserve some kind chance at fixing things?”
Evan moved back and forth from the flat to the hallway, dragging his bags of clothes through the house with Matt hot on his heels. “You’re right, I should have said something. But how long would it have been before we got right back to the same old routine, yeah? And all the while, I’d be feeling the way I do now.”
In the archway from the kitchen to the living room, Matthew stood, silently and letting the words wash over his heated skin. He sniffled, and let his shoulders shake from his sobs. “And...how - how do you...feel?” he choked out.
Evan turned then, his lips showing signs of a quiver but not enough to change the features on his face. “Like I don’t love you enough to try and work through it.”
Hours later, after the moving truck he had no idea was coming that afternoon had removed everything he had shared with Evan, Matthew sat on the couch, blankly and feeling as if he had been hollowed. The apartment was empty, cold and devoid of any joy it once held. He wasn't sure if he was breathing, wasn't sure if time was passing. Eventually, he brought his hands to the bag that was still draped over his shoulder.
His long and elegant fingers fondled the fabric numbly, the nails on his right hand making scratching sounds, debating whether or not he could bring himself to look at the purchase that had made him so absurdly happy earlier that day. It seemed silly, now, after everything that happened, to even consider looking at it let alone to contemplate if he should go through with all the plans the purchase contained. His hesitancy dissipated into a sad nothingness, and as he pulled out the envelope, he wondered if he would ever truly feel anything again.
After what seemed like hours of merely staring at white paper, he decided that leaving was the only course of action. And so, he pulled out the two tickets to Spain, shredding one and tossing the fragments of paper in the air, not caring to look at where they landed.
All he could feel was a tickle of gratitude that he had made the plans to leave in a week.
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I FUCKING LOVE THISSSSSS
So happy that you posted this.
YYYAYYYYY.
and Maynard. I can has yeah? I go obsess over his sexy now.
Okay. So. Omfg. I have lost count on the amount of times I've told you I think this will be beautiful, stunning, exquisite, heart-wrenching, and just like.
epic.
And not in the 'oh my gawd dood that was totes epic what you just did"
But like.
The sense of "....it was a sweeping, epic tale of romance blahblahblah"
:D
I'm so excited I get a bit of this every day. So ecstatic+Synonyms-of-happiness.
I'm going to go squeeeeeee now.
Oh. Right. I completely forgot that I was commenting on the actual first chapter.
Julia and Dom sound so friggin' adorable. Why can't I have a man who counts the different shades of my hair???
Omg. Matt. I want to find you and cuddle you and make you happy so that you never have to have tears spill again. Unless they are orgasmic and/or happy. That is acceptable.
Now, the idea of Matt playing Spanish guitar.
HNNNNNG.
Okay.
Yeah.
You already know how much I love this. I'm just being repetitive now but I WILL STAY FUCKING REPETITIVE UNTIL YOU REALIZE HOW AMAZING OF AN AUTHOR YOU ARE DAMMIT. I will take your self-doubt and incinerate it with my bamfy blow-torch. Because I'm Oklahoman and I have that shit.
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And Matthew. I want to hold him and tell him it will be okay!
And so, he pulled out the two tickets to Spain, shredding one and tossing the fragments of paper in the air, not caring to look at where they landed.
LOVED this image so so much, like a representation of a new beginning for him! I want the two of them to meet so badly!! I can't wait!
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Feel Ive taken a liking to Julia already <3 Her Dom and seem very good together. Loved the tits/ arse exchange. Made me smile. And poor Matt :( Get thee to sunny spain.
Going to go read the next part now.
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*runs to next chapter wondering if will manage them all before alarm clock goes off*
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But seriously, ooh, this is gonna be goooood!! *excited*
I liked how you portrayed Dom and Julia´s relationship, they seem happy and in love and stuff, the atmospthere was so intimate and calm, just laying in bed, it was cute and horribly perfect lol They love each other, so I can´t guess how you´re going to, you know, sneak little Matt between them, hahaha.
And then Matt, awww, felt so sorry for him. Evan was just cruel, spitting everything at once, without saying anything before, poor man, of course he´s heart-broken. This part was so sad:
He sniffled, and let his shoulders shake from his sobs. “And...how - how do you...feel?” he choked out.
Aww, I pictured the image in my head -and his voice-, and it hurt :(
Well, this is great, and now I´m going for the next part :D
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I'm going to read this this weekend. I will. Now when I don't have as much to do in school anymore. Just wanted to tell you this, because I am not ignoring this story. I just haven't got the time yet, and I don't want to read it in a hurry. Gah! So looking forward to it! :D:D
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He shut his eyes, then, the tears spilling down his cheeks. He hated himself for them.
I could see that before me and... it was not a nice image, ok!? Oh, Matthew... when he was so happy to get home and share the news with his love... Can I hug him?
LOVED the part with Dom and Julia, though. So cheeky and so so sweet! Gah! I'm so excited now, can't wait to see what happens!! :D really like this so far. I'm preparing myself for any kinds of heartaches and tears, but it will be worth it. <333
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Here I am! Gah, as I said, I haven't been ignoring this! But school is getting better now, gotten through the worst :) And the healing is doing well thanks! :D much better now, though I still can't bend the hip properly. Just need to be patient :P hope you are well too? xx
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Thank you for the comment bb!
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I like that Julia is SO likeable. It makes me wonder what will happen later..
And poor, poor Matt. It's hard to understand a music man, but Matteh, for you I would try. Or you could just fly to Spain and fall in love with Dom. Whichever.
Lovely!
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