Stole My Star (One Shot)
Title: Stole My Star
Author:
engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: U/G
Summary: struggling with a breakup.
Feedback: would be great.
Warnings: Nothing, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, or the couple of song lines I threw in, including the title, which is from Princess of China. This is complete fiction: it never happened. No offence is intended and no profit is being made.
AN: I don't know what I think of this. I don't really like it, but I wanted to write and post something, so you have this. Influenced by a few songs: Thinking of You by Katy Perry, Princess of China by Coldplay ft. Rihanna, Kingdom of Welcome Addiction by IAMX and Come Down by White Lies. Although it's crap (and really short), this is for everyone who's put up with me recently. I haven't been the easiest person to be around.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel the same anymore.”
He walked out the door, holding in his hands the two halves of my heart. Because it didn’t belong to me anymore. And it shouldn’t really belong to him. I slid down the wall and buried my head in my hands, biting my lip to try to hold back the sobs threatening to tear me apart.
Months later and I still feel that way. I still lie in bed at night and think of him. He still has my heart. I stare up at the blank ceiling before turning over and reaching out for him but he’s never there. I fall asleep imagining his arms around me, and mine around him, but it’s a fantasy I know deep down will never come true. He was always different to everyone else. He felt different to me. Without him I always seem to be lost, even in my own little world. Days can pass without me doing anything, wasting time until I’m tired enough to go back to bed.
I knocked on his door, hands shaking. I’d only gone around give him a couple of things he’d forgotten when he’d left; it felt like I was walking to my doom. The door opened slowly and shock dawned upon his face. I held the items out, my eyes not falling from his face. This last opportunity to see him…
“You forgot these,” I explained, probably unnecessarily.
“Thanks,” he answered, taking them from me. I flinched as our skin touched for one brief moment. We stood in awkward silence, his eyes glancing around, looking anywhere but my face, mine looking nowhere but his. “So… how are you doing?” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, visibly uncomfortable.
We never used to be like that.
“All right, I think.”
“Good,” he said, forcing a smile. I grimaced, looking over his shoulder into the house.
“This is… nice.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Do you want to come in? Lucy’s in, I could introduce you.”
“Lucy.” The word was not a question, it was a statement. I felt my heart snap into smaller shards, as if it were made from glass.
“Yeah.” He seemed not to have picked up on how I felt. “I’m sure she’d love to meet you.”
“Really?” I spat. “Your new girlfriend would love to meet your ex?” I looked away from him, eyes trained on the floor, to hide the tears sparkling in my eyes.
“You need to move on,” he whispered, not unkindly. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing left of us, for us, now.”
I wake from my dream in a cold sweat. It was their wedding; I’d burst in with an objection. I’d ruined it for them, for my own selfishness. Because I need him. I’d wanted him to come through the door and take me away. I don’t know what I’ll do without him.
But I’ll have to survive.
I love him more than I love myself.
Author:
engel_sehnsucht
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: U/G
Summary: struggling with a breakup.
Feedback: would be great.
Warnings: Nothing, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own Matt or Dom, or the couple of song lines I threw in, including the title, which is from Princess of China. This is complete fiction: it never happened. No offence is intended and no profit is being made.
AN: I don't know what I think of this. I don't really like it, but I wanted to write and post something, so you have this. Influenced by a few songs: Thinking of You by Katy Perry, Princess of China by Coldplay ft. Rihanna, Kingdom of Welcome Addiction by IAMX and Come Down by White Lies. Although it's crap (and really short), this is for everyone who's put up with me recently. I haven't been the easiest person to be around.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel the same anymore.”
He walked out the door, holding in his hands the two halves of my heart. Because it didn’t belong to me anymore. And it shouldn’t really belong to him. I slid down the wall and buried my head in my hands, biting my lip to try to hold back the sobs threatening to tear me apart.
Months later and I still feel that way. I still lie in bed at night and think of him. He still has my heart. I stare up at the blank ceiling before turning over and reaching out for him but he’s never there. I fall asleep imagining his arms around me, and mine around him, but it’s a fantasy I know deep down will never come true. He was always different to everyone else. He felt different to me. Without him I always seem to be lost, even in my own little world. Days can pass without me doing anything, wasting time until I’m tired enough to go back to bed.
I knocked on his door, hands shaking. I’d only gone around give him a couple of things he’d forgotten when he’d left; it felt like I was walking to my doom. The door opened slowly and shock dawned upon his face. I held the items out, my eyes not falling from his face. This last opportunity to see him…
“You forgot these,” I explained, probably unnecessarily.
“Thanks,” he answered, taking them from me. I flinched as our skin touched for one brief moment. We stood in awkward silence, his eyes glancing around, looking anywhere but my face, mine looking nowhere but his. “So… how are you doing?” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, visibly uncomfortable.
We never used to be like that.
“All right, I think.”
“Good,” he said, forcing a smile. I grimaced, looking over his shoulder into the house.
“This is… nice.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Do you want to come in? Lucy’s in, I could introduce you.”
“Lucy.” The word was not a question, it was a statement. I felt my heart snap into smaller shards, as if it were made from glass.
“Yeah.” He seemed not to have picked up on how I felt. “I’m sure she’d love to meet you.”
“Really?” I spat. “Your new girlfriend would love to meet your ex?” I looked away from him, eyes trained on the floor, to hide the tears sparkling in my eyes.
“You need to move on,” he whispered, not unkindly. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing left of us, for us, now.”
I wake from my dream in a cold sweat. It was their wedding; I’d burst in with an objection. I’d ruined it for them, for my own selfishness. Because I need him. I’d wanted him to come through the door and take me away. I don’t know what I’ll do without him.
But I’ll have to survive.
I love him more than I love myself.