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Title: Hope: Part Two
Author: enkelisuukko
Pairing: vam
Rating: G
Summary: The continuation/finale of Hope
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, never happened, blah blah blah.
Authors Notes: I got it done! Yay for me. It only took four nights/days. lol. Sorry for any grammatical errors, redundancy, etc. I suck like that. :)
"Are you really here?"
***
You nod, silent tears falling from your eyes, and let out a slightly hysterical giggle when I smile weakly. Still not sure I should believe that you’re really here. After all the dreams, all the memories and waiting and I still can’t bring myself to believe that you’re really here. Even with my hand resting on your cheek, your hand grasping mine, I still can’t quite believe that you’re really here.
I stare into your eyes, pleading with you, begging you to speak once more and not be another dream. Albeit more lifelike than all the others. You haven’t disappeared this time. Yet. You close your eyes, more tears squeezing from blue ice, then open them slowly begging me to believe you. Believe that you didn’t cheat on me. Begging me to believe that you’re really here. To believe that you love me more than anything. That we’ll never be apart again. That you’ve been just as miserable as I’ve been. To forgive you for being a stubborn jackass and not showing up sooner. That you forgive me for being one too.
You kiss my palm once more, closing your eyes and sighing heavily as you grasp my hand in both of yours. “Please. Please say something baby,” you beg starting to sob. “Fuck, I love you so fucking much Ville. Please. I’m here. I swear to God I’m really here. It’s not a dream baby,” you tell me as if knowing my thoughts. Had you been dreaming too? Did you dream that I was with you? Did you wake up and reach up for me only for me to disappear? Did you wash our names from the wall?
I reach up with my free hand and brush my hand over your face lightly, my hand shaking almost violently when you sigh. As if you’ve been waiting and wishing for my touch. You kiss the palm of my other hand once more then lean into my touch when I lace my fingers through your mussed up hair. Your dark curls falling over my fingers. I doubt you’ve cut your hair since you’ve left. I’ve never seen it this long before. “I missed you,” I whisper with a shaking voice. There are no words in any language that could possibly tell you how much I’ve missed you. You smile resting one hand over my hand that’s still buried in your hair and open your eyes slowly.
“I missed you too,” you murmur then pull away from me slightly. I shake my head grasping for you, afraid that you’re going to disappear again, and you smile weakly then climb onto the bed and over me. Laying half on the bed, half on top of me as you stare down into my eyes. My arms automatically wrapping around you, holding you as tightly as I can manage in fear that you’ll leave me again.
“I’m so sorry Bammie, so fucking sorry,” I mutter finally starting to cry. There’s nothing I can say or do that will make anything better. “I know you didn’t sleep with him. I knew that you didn’t do it, but..everyone..and I saw you talking with him and.. There was so fucking much Bammie. So much working against you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough.”
“Sh, hush now,” you whisper pressing your lips to my forehead lightly. “Don’t cry rakas,” you murmur rolling onto your back and pulling me with you, starting to rock me back and forth like a small child as I clutch at you. One arm resting over your shoulder, my hand tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around your waist tightly as I bury my face in your neck. “Everything’s gonna be fine Willa. You’ll see. We’ll be fine.” I nod quickly kissing your neck lightly and you sigh once more. A sigh of relief.
“Go back to sleep baby,” you tell me resting your chin against the top of my head. “I’ll still be here when you wake up,” you whisper when I shake my head vehemently. I’m not going back to sleep. You’ll be gone when I wake up. I know you will. I’m still not completely positive that I’m even really awake. But God help me, if this is another fucking dream I don’t want to ever wake up. “Close your eyes baby. I’ll be here. I promise.” You shift slightly, lowering your head enough to kiss my temple then tuck my head under your chin once more. I let out a shaky breath trying to calm my tears and close my eyes letting the sound of your heartbeat lull me to sleep once more.
I wake up from the most restful sleep I’ve had in the last three months and roll over onto my back sliding my arm across the bed and reaching for you only to find a cold, empty space next to me. You weren’t here. I fucking knew you weren’t here. “Bammie?” I whisper into the cold room, afraid to say your name any louder into the empty house. I whimper starting to cry and climb off of the bed quickly, nearly falling in my haste, and run through the cabin looking for you. “Bammie!” You had to have been here. It was too real. Too fucking real this time. I skid to a stop in the living room, almost falling flat on my face when I see you standing in front of the couch looking panicked. “You’re really here.” You smile, your panic melting away, and walk toward me slowly.
“Yeah, I’m here baby,” I wrap my arms around you hugging you fiercely and you have the decency to not joke that you can’t breathe like you once would have as you wrap your arms around me just as tightly. I lay my head on your shoulder unable to help but notice that you’ve lost weight and I can feel your ribs. I’m so sorry my darling, my love. You tighten your grip just a little more and tense slightly as your fingers dig into my sides. No doubt my own ribs are more pronounced than they ever were. “What’s wrong love?” you ask quietly. There’s only one thing that can be wrong right now kulta.
“You weren’t there when I woke up,” I mutter as I fight not to sniffle and cry. You sigh smoothing my hair back from my face then cup my chin in your hand and touch my lips lightly with your own. I close my eyes sighing as well when I feel your lips press to the tip of my nose in a gentle kiss. Your lips brush over my cheeks, then my eyelids, silently removing the escaping tears. You kiss my forehead and each temple before coming to rest on my lips once again.
“Don’t cry,” you murmur, brushing your lips over mine as you speak. “I had to go pick up something for you. For us. I didn’t mean to be gone so long. I was trying to get everything ready before you woke up that way I could be with you.” I nod slowly then open my eyes staring into twin pools of ice blue and you smile then take my hand and lead me to the wall.
The wall that only just last night I washed our names from. “It must have killed you to do that.” I nod gripping your hand tightly and you kiss me quickly then pull your hand away and take up a paintbrush. I bite my bottom lip watching as you dip it into the same purple paint we used last time and smile weakly when you paint your name on the wall in short, even strokes. Your need for perfection nearly as great as mine as you write the ornate script once more. You paint half of a heartagram under your name then hand me the paintbrush. “Your turn Willa.”
“I’m sorry Bammie,” I whisper once more. You smile then kiss my temple before motioning to the wall. Impatient to see our brand marking the cabin as ours once more.
I lift the brush starting to paint my own name in the same ornate script as yours then gasp as it slips from my shaking hand and falls to the floor, purple paint splattering slightly. You smile warmly then lean down and come back up with the brush seconds later with more paint in the bristles. I take it from you smiling happily then gasp when I see the ring you gave me when we bought the cabin and painted our names on the wall the first time slid onto the handle. I didn’t think you’d keep it after I threw it at you when you were walking away from me and my insecurities. You grin, how I’ve missed that, then take the brush from me and take the ring sliding it back onto my finger. Marking me as yours once more. “Finish your name baby,” you whisper putting the brush back into my hand. I nod smiling then finish my name, my hand shaking this time from excitement more than nerves, then finish the other half of the heartagram.
“I love you so much,” I tell you wrapping my arms around you once more. You laugh ignoring the purple paint soaking into the back of your shirt from the brush I’ve yet to let go of.
“I love you too. More than anything,” you murmur twisting us back and forth. “There’s two more word that needs to be there baby.”
I pull away slightly searching your eyes for any possible answer and you smile again then take the brush from me and turn back to the wall, moving closer and blocking it from my sight as you paint. I lean forward, trying to peek around you and you twist and turn keeping me from seeing the words. I haven’t got the faintest clue as to what they can be. You laugh as I whine at you and pull at your shoulders then finally set the brush into the small can of paint and kiss me once more. I sigh against your lips and you smile against mine then move out from in front of your words and I gasp, my eyes tearing up once more when I see the two most perfect words in the world under our names.
Love and Always.
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A/N2: I really, really hope the ending wasn’t entirely too cliche or sucky. This was hard as hell for some reason, but I did my best and I hope you enjoyed it and that it fit. :) love, me.
Author: enkelisuukko
Pairing: vam
Rating: G
Summary: The continuation/finale of Hope
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, never happened, blah blah blah.
Authors Notes: I got it done! Yay for me. It only took four nights/days. lol. Sorry for any grammatical errors, redundancy, etc. I suck like that. :)
"Are you really here?"
***
You nod, silent tears falling from your eyes, and let out a slightly hysterical giggle when I smile weakly. Still not sure I should believe that you’re really here. After all the dreams, all the memories and waiting and I still can’t bring myself to believe that you’re really here. Even with my hand resting on your cheek, your hand grasping mine, I still can’t quite believe that you’re really here.
I stare into your eyes, pleading with you, begging you to speak once more and not be another dream. Albeit more lifelike than all the others. You haven’t disappeared this time. Yet. You close your eyes, more tears squeezing from blue ice, then open them slowly begging me to believe you. Believe that you didn’t cheat on me. Begging me to believe that you’re really here. To believe that you love me more than anything. That we’ll never be apart again. That you’ve been just as miserable as I’ve been. To forgive you for being a stubborn jackass and not showing up sooner. That you forgive me for being one too.
You kiss my palm once more, closing your eyes and sighing heavily as you grasp my hand in both of yours. “Please. Please say something baby,” you beg starting to sob. “Fuck, I love you so fucking much Ville. Please. I’m here. I swear to God I’m really here. It’s not a dream baby,” you tell me as if knowing my thoughts. Had you been dreaming too? Did you dream that I was with you? Did you wake up and reach up for me only for me to disappear? Did you wash our names from the wall?
I reach up with my free hand and brush my hand over your face lightly, my hand shaking almost violently when you sigh. As if you’ve been waiting and wishing for my touch. You kiss the palm of my other hand once more then lean into my touch when I lace my fingers through your mussed up hair. Your dark curls falling over my fingers. I doubt you’ve cut your hair since you’ve left. I’ve never seen it this long before. “I missed you,” I whisper with a shaking voice. There are no words in any language that could possibly tell you how much I’ve missed you. You smile resting one hand over my hand that’s still buried in your hair and open your eyes slowly.
“I missed you too,” you murmur then pull away from me slightly. I shake my head grasping for you, afraid that you’re going to disappear again, and you smile weakly then climb onto the bed and over me. Laying half on the bed, half on top of me as you stare down into my eyes. My arms automatically wrapping around you, holding you as tightly as I can manage in fear that you’ll leave me again.
“I’m so sorry Bammie, so fucking sorry,” I mutter finally starting to cry. There’s nothing I can say or do that will make anything better. “I know you didn’t sleep with him. I knew that you didn’t do it, but..everyone..and I saw you talking with him and.. There was so fucking much Bammie. So much working against you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you enough.”
“Sh, hush now,” you whisper pressing your lips to my forehead lightly. “Don’t cry rakas,” you murmur rolling onto your back and pulling me with you, starting to rock me back and forth like a small child as I clutch at you. One arm resting over your shoulder, my hand tangled in your hair, the other wrapped around your waist tightly as I bury my face in your neck. “Everything’s gonna be fine Willa. You’ll see. We’ll be fine.” I nod quickly kissing your neck lightly and you sigh once more. A sigh of relief.
“Go back to sleep baby,” you tell me resting your chin against the top of my head. “I’ll still be here when you wake up,” you whisper when I shake my head vehemently. I’m not going back to sleep. You’ll be gone when I wake up. I know you will. I’m still not completely positive that I’m even really awake. But God help me, if this is another fucking dream I don’t want to ever wake up. “Close your eyes baby. I’ll be here. I promise.” You shift slightly, lowering your head enough to kiss my temple then tuck my head under your chin once more. I let out a shaky breath trying to calm my tears and close my eyes letting the sound of your heartbeat lull me to sleep once more.
I wake up from the most restful sleep I’ve had in the last three months and roll over onto my back sliding my arm across the bed and reaching for you only to find a cold, empty space next to me. You weren’t here. I fucking knew you weren’t here. “Bammie?” I whisper into the cold room, afraid to say your name any louder into the empty house. I whimper starting to cry and climb off of the bed quickly, nearly falling in my haste, and run through the cabin looking for you. “Bammie!” You had to have been here. It was too real. Too fucking real this time. I skid to a stop in the living room, almost falling flat on my face when I see you standing in front of the couch looking panicked. “You’re really here.” You smile, your panic melting away, and walk toward me slowly.
“Yeah, I’m here baby,” I wrap my arms around you hugging you fiercely and you have the decency to not joke that you can’t breathe like you once would have as you wrap your arms around me just as tightly. I lay my head on your shoulder unable to help but notice that you’ve lost weight and I can feel your ribs. I’m so sorry my darling, my love. You tighten your grip just a little more and tense slightly as your fingers dig into my sides. No doubt my own ribs are more pronounced than they ever were. “What’s wrong love?” you ask quietly. There’s only one thing that can be wrong right now kulta.
“You weren’t there when I woke up,” I mutter as I fight not to sniffle and cry. You sigh smoothing my hair back from my face then cup my chin in your hand and touch my lips lightly with your own. I close my eyes sighing as well when I feel your lips press to the tip of my nose in a gentle kiss. Your lips brush over my cheeks, then my eyelids, silently removing the escaping tears. You kiss my forehead and each temple before coming to rest on my lips once again.
“Don’t cry,” you murmur, brushing your lips over mine as you speak. “I had to go pick up something for you. For us. I didn’t mean to be gone so long. I was trying to get everything ready before you woke up that way I could be with you.” I nod slowly then open my eyes staring into twin pools of ice blue and you smile then take my hand and lead me to the wall.
The wall that only just last night I washed our names from. “It must have killed you to do that.” I nod gripping your hand tightly and you kiss me quickly then pull your hand away and take up a paintbrush. I bite my bottom lip watching as you dip it into the same purple paint we used last time and smile weakly when you paint your name on the wall in short, even strokes. Your need for perfection nearly as great as mine as you write the ornate script once more. You paint half of a heartagram under your name then hand me the paintbrush. “Your turn Willa.”
“I’m sorry Bammie,” I whisper once more. You smile then kiss my temple before motioning to the wall. Impatient to see our brand marking the cabin as ours once more.
I lift the brush starting to paint my own name in the same ornate script as yours then gasp as it slips from my shaking hand and falls to the floor, purple paint splattering slightly. You smile warmly then lean down and come back up with the brush seconds later with more paint in the bristles. I take it from you smiling happily then gasp when I see the ring you gave me when we bought the cabin and painted our names on the wall the first time slid onto the handle. I didn’t think you’d keep it after I threw it at you when you were walking away from me and my insecurities. You grin, how I’ve missed that, then take the brush from me and take the ring sliding it back onto my finger. Marking me as yours once more. “Finish your name baby,” you whisper putting the brush back into my hand. I nod smiling then finish my name, my hand shaking this time from excitement more than nerves, then finish the other half of the heartagram.
“I love you so much,” I tell you wrapping my arms around you once more. You laugh ignoring the purple paint soaking into the back of your shirt from the brush I’ve yet to let go of.
“I love you too. More than anything,” you murmur twisting us back and forth. “There’s two more word that needs to be there baby.”
I pull away slightly searching your eyes for any possible answer and you smile again then take the brush from me and turn back to the wall, moving closer and blocking it from my sight as you paint. I lean forward, trying to peek around you and you twist and turn keeping me from seeing the words. I haven’t got the faintest clue as to what they can be. You laugh as I whine at you and pull at your shoulders then finally set the brush into the small can of paint and kiss me once more. I sigh against your lips and you smile against mine then move out from in front of your words and I gasp, my eyes tearing up once more when I see the two most perfect words in the world under our names.
Love and Always.
****
A/N2: I really, really hope the ending wasn’t entirely too cliche or sucky. This was hard as hell for some reason, but I did my best and I hope you enjoyed it and that it fit. :) love, me.