Swim in Silence [2/?]
Title: Swim in Silence
Author: shiek_2
Summary: "It was like all the right words and phrases, apologies, explanations for his disappearance, were all floating in the air but he couldn't quite fit the pieces together, the words unwilling to form and bubble out of his throat.
Dislcaimer: I do not own any of the persons, lyrics, and/or songs mentioned herein. I do not make any monetary gain, claim these events to be real, or mean any disrespect.
Author's Note: Insipired by "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls and Paramore's demo "Swim in Silence". Hope you enjoy! :)
Dedication: For blackeyedwicca, hope you like it darling. :)
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The sweet, soothing steam rising from the golden brown liquid in the black ceramic mug nestled tightly in David's pale hands do nothing to calm his nerves as he stares across the small teal table at Sebastien. He hasn't said a word to the younger man since his unexpected arrival, he didn't know what he possibly could say. It was like all the right words and phrases, apologies, explanations for his disappearance, were all floating in the air but he couldn't quite fit the pieces together, the words unwilling to form and bubble out of this throat.
"Why'd you leave Dave?" Sebastien asks, wrapping his hands around his own mug of warm tea, trying to distract himself from the emotions the raven haired man's distraught appearance stirred within him.
His black sweatshirt hung off his body, almost swallowing his small frame. What should have been tight fitting denim jeans balanced precariously on slim hips, the legs of the jeans loosely wrapping around milky skin. He looked even paler than Sebastien remembered, once beautiful alabaster skin now almost a sickly transparent white. Midnight locks the owner used to love so dearly were unkempt and shaggy. Dark, heavy bags hung under weary caramel eyes, their once vibrant glow long gone. The picture perfect portrait of misery.
".........I have my reasons," David mumbles, finding the contents of his mug suddenly very interesting, "And Simple Plan survived well without me, Pierre playing bass and Jeff helping you with backing vocals."
"Don't give me that bullshit David," Sebastien sighs, fingers reaching up to rub his temples in frustration, "I didn't search the whole fucking country for five goddamned years so I could get half-assed cryptic answers." He knows he's being harsh but he wants, needs the answers. So badly, he can almost taste the satisfaction of finally knowing the unknown, the truth soaking into his tongue.
"......Him." The guitarist takes a long moment to comprehend the single words reply. David couldn't be serious, could he? A look into meek eyes and a glance at a telescope next to a living room window confirms that he's deathly serious.
"Him, him?! You gave up your dream, the thing you lived for, you threw it all away and for what?! Some fantasy relationship with Pierre in your own little world?!"
"Don't you fucking patronize me, Sebastien. Don't you fucking dare," David hisses lowly, fixing a sharp glare on the blue eyed man.
"You have no idea what it's like to want someone so badly it physically hurts. You have no clue how it feels to spend every waking moment regretting leaving the thing you love most in the world behind because you love someone more. You don't even have an inkling of what it feels like to wake up every day feeling so fucking empty, it;s like your heart can't possibly still be beating because there's only a big whole, a void, eating away at your chest." He shouts at the younger man, tears unexpectedly welling up in his eyes.
"You don't know what it's like to see the one you love so happy with someone else while you're so fucking miserable." He finishes softly, almost a whisper, shoulders shaking as a sob tears its way out of his chest.
Sapphire eyes take in the sight with pity and sorrow for his best friend. Wordlessly, Sebastien leaves his chair and walks over to David, taking the crying man into his arms. Whispering soothing words, he rubs the bassist's back comfortingly as the other man buries his face in the crook of the guitarist's neck, salty tears soaking tan skin.
David doesn't know what comes over him, maybe it's the feeling of finally having someone to talk to or being cared for, but he just breaks down and cries harder than ever before, tears he thought long gone resurfacing. He cries for regret, depression, sorrow, loneliness, and misery. Most of all, he cries for lost love.
And Sebastien's there through it all, watching as the walls around David finally come crashing down, offering the only comfort he can give through sweet words that mean nothing and touches that just fall short of meaning something.