Funeral of hearts 12a
Title: The funeral of hearts - ch 12a
Author: dark_light_girl
Pairing: Ville/Bam
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Just as Bam finds happiness, his life and love are torn apart
Disclaimer: I dont own ville or bam, but wish i did XD twuld be fun
Warnings: tis a tiny bit sad = [
Author's Notes: This is my first ever fic, so comments critial or otherwise appreciated, taah x
To cry is to know that you're alive but my river of tears has run dry"
I hadn't the faintest idea what teh occasion was, yet his brother had been adiment that he would be present.
I ran into the hotel, pushing past smartly dressed couples, looking shabby in comparison..
Following the sound of commotion til I reached a set of wooden double doors. I took a deep breathe, months of hard work, amount to this moment.
I push them open and enter the room.
Music softly dances its way into my mind, carresing my thoughts as hundereds of tiny white fairy lights dazzel my eyes.
A wedding.
I enter the hall, trying to remain unnoticed as I start to scan the tables looking for Ville. Minutes pass and no such luck.
I start to doubt Jesse's directions.
Then, silence decends.
'The Happy couple."
applause arrupts as the doors facing me are opened.
There he Is, a smile plastered on his face, on the arm of a pretty yound blonde...My Ville, now someone else's.
I was too late, It was over. Way over.
I turned, tears begining to fall and headed towards the exit. Hand resting on the rustic doorhandle, i glance backwards.
Our eyes meet for a second and shock explodes on his features.
And then I'm gone.
Though blinded by tears now, my mind was clear.
I found my way to the reception desk and the concerned woman soon adressed me.
"Hello sir, erm, can I help you?"
"Ye-yes you can..."
20minutes later and I Left the hotel to head to the nearest bed and breakfast, rucksack still in hand...
***Skank POV
As I watched from the Taxi window I saw him enter the hotel in suspense and leave in obvious despair. I knew It was only a matter of time before he returned once more...
***Bam POV
The celling was stained yellow and teh bed was damp but I couldn't have cared less.
I lay there me eyes puffy and face stiff from the now dry tears.
I open my bag and pull from It my jornal. I run my hands along the spine, trying to remember the last time I did so. It all seems so long ago. The, without hesitation I open it and let the memories flood my head...
I was scared by how far away his voice sounded.
"Call... call an ambulence" I murmered as a strange feeling swept over me. All of a sudden I felt tired.
"Call a what?"
"Ambulence." I attempted to shout with all the effort left in me.
"What? why?" He sounded confused.
I could hear him talking to someone. Ape.
"Bam, hunnie, unlock the door"
"I... I can't" I replied as my droopy eyes fell shut.
No more tears fell from my eyes as i roughly ripped an entry from the jornal in my lap and folded it up into my pocket.
Enough is enough.
This ends,
Tonight.