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In Memory
( PAST CHAPTERS )
Authors: Rissa & M. Dawn
Summary: “I turn the pages on the story of my life, its been by far the worst chapter I could imagine me to write; about a promise for forever, broken then put back together now its safe to say, there is no chance saving you this time, so just walk away tonight and never say goodbye.”
Rated: R (Strong drama, intense scenes, and some sex!)
Disclaimer: Never happened. Everything else is Rissa and MD’s steal it and we’ll stalk you! ;)
AN: This story takes place in the future where Ville is in his 40’s, and he goes into a memory of the past from a certain ‘script’.
AN2: Tissues are needed and an open mind. Thank you.
Chapter 6 ( No Need To Argue )
Allowing himself to go on and finish reading as he remembered, he had no idea about how Bam was feeling throughout all this. So in fact those journal entries really helped him see the truth behind it all. He had some tears in eyes and began to remember this part in his past. He must have been so selfish…
***
It had been a couple of days and Ville was able to talk, but it wasn’t much. Bam always assured him it’d be okay, but there really wasn’t anything left for him to do. The voice therapist and he had their sessions as well but it was still as if Ville wanted to learn faster than that.
“Do you need anything?” Bam asked curiously one day as they were finally settled back at home in West Chester. Ville was sitting on the couch, he looked very uncomfortable and unpleased and Bam just wanted to make sure he had everything he needed.
Ville still not able to speak without straining his voice or if he did it just hurt - just shook his head and folded his arms across his chest in a frustratingly matter.
Bam gave a nod, and sat himself next to Ville leaning over and giving a kiss to Ville’s cheek. “Then if you need anything, just let me know.” He sat back and reached for his lover’s hand, not wanting him to just sit there and pout.
Ville turned his head to Bam and motioned for something that he couldn’t quite understand. Bam curiously tried to understand him. “Fuck, just give me a pen and I’ll write it for you.” Ville gave up too easily.
With a frown Bam just nodded and reached for some paper and pen on the coffee table in front of them. He handed it to Ville, right away and quickly Ville jotted down something and with a slight smile he handed it to him.
“I just wanted to say, thank you, I love you, and I’m sorry.” Bam read out loud and looked up from the writing to him.
“I love you too, Ville.” He sighed faintly.
Ville smiled and grabbed back the paper and pen and wrote down something else. “I want to be able to learn how to sing…again…right now…”
“Not now.”
Ville made a fuming face at Bam.
“You can’t even talk yet; you need to get that accomplished first.”
“I can talk.” Ville managed to say but it was in a short breath just above a whisper. Right away Bam noticed that it in fact hurt him to even manage to say that, as he saw him try and hide his wince in pain.
“No, Ville. And you can’t hide from me. I appreciate your determination to start already, but like the doctor said it will take a while.”
Ville jerked his hand away from Bam’s now and folded both arms across his chest again; his face filled with a bit more anger.
“Come on, Ville. You have to understand that one false move - you could strain your vocal cord and not be able to sing ever again.” Bam informed him.
He shook his head being as stubborn as he could and stood up from the couch; he left Bam with a disgusted face and walked over to his guitar in the corner of the room. He grabbed a seat and attempted to play a few cords of The Sacrament, but when he went to go and sing he found himself cringing in pain and he wound up throwing the guitar down.
Bam instantaneously raced over to the exasperated Ville, captivating him and hugging him firmly into his arms, rocking a bit back and forth in unconditional comfort. At first Ville was accepting of the hug, but then he found himself just getting more and more frustrated. He couldn’t deal with this, singing was his passion and if he didn’t have that he didn’t have anything. Ville knew how much Bam wanted to help but it was useless when he was letting all his stubbornness out and not thinking about anything but himself.
Pushing Bam off him, Ville got up off the chair and motioned for Bam not to follow him. The boy looked up at his boyfriend with a frightened look and Ville didn’t do anything or say anything, and not just because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t need to deal with Bam at this time. And he should know that at times like this Ville usually always pulls back and doesn’t want to deal with anything but himself.
***
Ville glanced from the paper he was reading, his mind remembering it all so vividly once again and referred to the now written journal entry.
June 14th 2005
It’s funny; I should know Ville by now. I should know him like the back of my hand, but to be completely honest, I don’t and I don’t because he changes his mind a 100 times a day and when he isn’t thinking to say the least, he’s always in a damn pissy mood. And I can’t say it’s because of the accident, because he’s always like this. I should learn to just let him deal with it on his own but I’m just as stubborn as him and I refuse to watch him suffer. I have had it with trying to teach him to calm down and learn it takes time. I called up Mige again, I told him the whole story: the stubbornness, the refusals, and the assholeness. At first Mige laughed at me, but then he realized that I was serious. I did laugh a bit too, because this whole mess really is kind of pathetic, but the truth of it is that Mige was actually in fact on his way already. He really wanted to help and I knew he could, so I wasn’t mad. I’m just waiting for him to come now. I haven’t spoken to Ville yet. And the only thing left for me to do anyway is to just sit and watch Mige work his miracle because I know for a fact that all Ville needs is his best friend’s charm and love. There is no doubt that I wish it was me, but at this point I’d do anything just to see Ville happy for one last time, even if it’s not me giving him that satisfaction....
Chapter inspired by lyrics “No Need To Argue” by The Cranberries.
( PAST CHAPTERS )
Authors: Rissa & M. Dawn
Summary: “I turn the pages on the story of my life, its been by far the worst chapter I could imagine me to write; about a promise for forever, broken then put back together now its safe to say, there is no chance saving you this time, so just walk away tonight and never say goodbye.”
Rated: R (Strong drama, intense scenes, and some sex!)
Disclaimer: Never happened. Everything else is Rissa and MD’s steal it and we’ll stalk you! ;)
AN: This story takes place in the future where Ville is in his 40’s, and he goes into a memory of the past from a certain ‘script’.
AN2: Tissues are needed and an open mind. Thank you.
Chapter 6 ( No Need To Argue )
Allowing himself to go on and finish reading as he remembered, he had no idea about how Bam was feeling throughout all this. So in fact those journal entries really helped him see the truth behind it all. He had some tears in eyes and began to remember this part in his past. He must have been so selfish…
***
It had been a couple of days and Ville was able to talk, but it wasn’t much. Bam always assured him it’d be okay, but there really wasn’t anything left for him to do. The voice therapist and he had their sessions as well but it was still as if Ville wanted to learn faster than that.
“Do you need anything?” Bam asked curiously one day as they were finally settled back at home in West Chester. Ville was sitting on the couch, he looked very uncomfortable and unpleased and Bam just wanted to make sure he had everything he needed.
Ville still not able to speak without straining his voice or if he did it just hurt - just shook his head and folded his arms across his chest in a frustratingly matter.
Bam gave a nod, and sat himself next to Ville leaning over and giving a kiss to Ville’s cheek. “Then if you need anything, just let me know.” He sat back and reached for his lover’s hand, not wanting him to just sit there and pout.
Ville turned his head to Bam and motioned for something that he couldn’t quite understand. Bam curiously tried to understand him. “Fuck, just give me a pen and I’ll write it for you.” Ville gave up too easily.
With a frown Bam just nodded and reached for some paper and pen on the coffee table in front of them. He handed it to Ville, right away and quickly Ville jotted down something and with a slight smile he handed it to him.
“I just wanted to say, thank you, I love you, and I’m sorry.” Bam read out loud and looked up from the writing to him.
“I love you too, Ville.” He sighed faintly.
Ville smiled and grabbed back the paper and pen and wrote down something else. “I want to be able to learn how to sing…again…right now…”
“Not now.”
Ville made a fuming face at Bam.
“You can’t even talk yet; you need to get that accomplished first.”
“I can talk.” Ville managed to say but it was in a short breath just above a whisper. Right away Bam noticed that it in fact hurt him to even manage to say that, as he saw him try and hide his wince in pain.
“No, Ville. And you can’t hide from me. I appreciate your determination to start already, but like the doctor said it will take a while.”
Ville jerked his hand away from Bam’s now and folded both arms across his chest again; his face filled with a bit more anger.
“Come on, Ville. You have to understand that one false move - you could strain your vocal cord and not be able to sing ever again.” Bam informed him.
He shook his head being as stubborn as he could and stood up from the couch; he left Bam with a disgusted face and walked over to his guitar in the corner of the room. He grabbed a seat and attempted to play a few cords of The Sacrament, but when he went to go and sing he found himself cringing in pain and he wound up throwing the guitar down.
Bam instantaneously raced over to the exasperated Ville, captivating him and hugging him firmly into his arms, rocking a bit back and forth in unconditional comfort. At first Ville was accepting of the hug, but then he found himself just getting more and more frustrated. He couldn’t deal with this, singing was his passion and if he didn’t have that he didn’t have anything. Ville knew how much Bam wanted to help but it was useless when he was letting all his stubbornness out and not thinking about anything but himself.
Pushing Bam off him, Ville got up off the chair and motioned for Bam not to follow him. The boy looked up at his boyfriend with a frightened look and Ville didn’t do anything or say anything, and not just because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t need to deal with Bam at this time. And he should know that at times like this Ville usually always pulls back and doesn’t want to deal with anything but himself.
***
Ville glanced from the paper he was reading, his mind remembering it all so vividly once again and referred to the now written journal entry.
June 14th 2005
It’s funny; I should know Ville by now. I should know him like the back of my hand, but to be completely honest, I don’t and I don’t because he changes his mind a 100 times a day and when he isn’t thinking to say the least, he’s always in a damn pissy mood. And I can’t say it’s because of the accident, because he’s always like this. I should learn to just let him deal with it on his own but I’m just as stubborn as him and I refuse to watch him suffer. I have had it with trying to teach him to calm down and learn it takes time. I called up Mige again, I told him the whole story: the stubbornness, the refusals, and the assholeness. At first Mige laughed at me, but then he realized that I was serious. I did laugh a bit too, because this whole mess really is kind of pathetic, but the truth of it is that Mige was actually in fact on his way already. He really wanted to help and I knew he could, so I wasn’t mad. I’m just waiting for him to come now. I haven’t spoken to Ville yet. And the only thing left for me to do anyway is to just sit and watch Mige work his miracle because I know for a fact that all Ville needs is his best friend’s charm and love. There is no doubt that I wish it was me, but at this point I’d do anything just to see Ville happy for one last time, even if it’s not me giving him that satisfaction....
Chapter inspired by lyrics “No Need To Argue” by The Cranberries.