Fic: The End [one-sided Cookleta, pg-13, one-shot]
this is me, being in one of my moods again. i should be working on the tons of other stories i've got on my computer, instead i wrote this to get emotion out.
Title: The End
Author: Zach // tinkertoo
Pairing: one-sided David Archuleta/David Cook, David Cook/Kim Caldwell
Rating: pg-13
Summary: David just wants to forget the day all his dreams were crushed, but he only sees one way out.
Warnings: suicide & major character death
Disclaimer: I don't own the Davids or Kim, and this is all just fiction, which I really hope never happens ever.
Tears clouded his eyes, blurring his vision as he pushed past anyone in his way. He only had one destination, no time to stop for these people who meant nothing.
He’d tried to forget, tried to erase it from his memory completely, but instead it kept playing like a movie, forever on repeat inside his head, each scene tearing away a little more of his sanity.
It had been two years already, why was he still not over this?
”Archie!” His smile could light up the room, he’d always loved it. Cook’s arms encircled his body and he found himself lifted off the ground as the older man hugged him. “It’s been way too long!” He could only smile as he was finally set back on solid ground. Not that he was complaining; he would never complain about Cook hugging him, even if the world did spin for a few seconds after.
“You said there was something you wanted to ask me?” Excitement flooded his body, thoughts of what this possible question could be, what he could only hope would come from Cook’s mouth.
“Yeah. It’s kind of important.... kind of special. I really hope you’ll say yes.” At this point, David was ready to say yes to anything Cook could ask.
“Yes!” Cook laughed, the sound filling the entire room and engulfing David; he loved hearing that sound, even if it was him Cook was laughing at.
“You don’t even know what I want yet.” And he really wished now that he had never known, that he could’ve stayed in his fantasy world of reading too into little touches or long gazes during interviews and across the table whenever they got a chance to share lunch or how Cook always seemed to light up at his presence.
”Sorry,” he could feel himself blushing, which seemed to be a natural occurrence when Cook was around. “Ask away.”
“Will you....” He had to bit his lip to not shout ‘Yes’ again. And why was Cook drawing out his words like that? Couldn’t he just come out and ask? Couldn’t he see that David’s answer would already be yes, no matter what the question was? But he thought he had a pretty good idea already. Cook took a deep breath and started over. “Okay, you know I’ve been with Kim for a while.” Wait, this wasn’t the direction the conversation should be taking. Unless it was to say he was over that whore and ready to move on. “Well....things have gotten serious.” Uhm, what? “I asked her to marry me. And I want you to be my best man.”
He finally reached the top of the stairs, though he barely noticed the climb at all, his mind still stuck in the past.
He was dressed in his nicest suit, all dolled up for the worst day of his life. He had turned the request down; there was no way he would be able to stand there and pretend like he supported this. Andrew took his place, but he could see the disappointment in Cook’s eyes. He hated that, but there was just no way he would’ve been able to. He’d already made enough sacrifices to his well being for that man and he didn’t appreciate any of them, or even notice that they were sacrifices for David.
His seat in the back still didn’t shield his eyes from the entire ceremony. He saw Cook walk down the aisle dressed in his best and both longing and pain filled him. He was already biting back tears as Kim started down the aisle, all in white and looking as repulsive to David as the day he met her. He should’ve known then that this would be the woman to ruin his life.
His held his tongue when the crowd was asked for any objection to the marriage. How he would’ve loved to cause a scene right then and there, but a part of him, the part that would never hurt Cook no matter what, stopped him. But he couldn’t sit through the I dos; he slipped out of the church without a word to anyone as he tried to control his tears.
He walked across the roof, the cement cool under his bare feet but he didn’t notice. The ledge was high and forbidding, but he could see the street below; it looked so inviting. It promised him the end of his pain, what nothing or no one else could give him.
He tried to block out the wedding, the knowledge of a honeymoon and the innocent smiling face of baby Bethany Cook. But he couldn’t block out Cook’s face, or his smile, his laugh, his voice. He heard him calling, “Archie....David!” but that was all in his head. Cook would never call out his name, would never care enough.
He swore he felt hands just graze his arms before he plunged himself into the cold night air, toward the concrete below.
He’d tried. He ran toward him the second he saw him. He could still feel David’s cool skin just under his fingertips, but he was a second too late. Tears came freely as he turned away from the ledge, unable to watch the hell unfolding on the street below.
Title: The End
Author: Zach // tinkertoo
Pairing: one-sided David Archuleta/David Cook, David Cook/Kim Caldwell
Rating: pg-13
Summary: David just wants to forget the day all his dreams were crushed, but he only sees one way out.
Warnings: suicide & major character death
Disclaimer: I don't own the Davids or Kim, and this is all just fiction, which I really hope never happens ever.
Tears clouded his eyes, blurring his vision as he pushed past anyone in his way. He only had one destination, no time to stop for these people who meant nothing.
He’d tried to forget, tried to erase it from his memory completely, but instead it kept playing like a movie, forever on repeat inside his head, each scene tearing away a little more of his sanity.
It had been two years already, why was he still not over this?
”Archie!” His smile could light up the room, he’d always loved it. Cook’s arms encircled his body and he found himself lifted off the ground as the older man hugged him. “It’s been way too long!” He could only smile as he was finally set back on solid ground. Not that he was complaining; he would never complain about Cook hugging him, even if the world did spin for a few seconds after.
“You said there was something you wanted to ask me?” Excitement flooded his body, thoughts of what this possible question could be, what he could only hope would come from Cook’s mouth.
“Yeah. It’s kind of important.... kind of special. I really hope you’ll say yes.” At this point, David was ready to say yes to anything Cook could ask.
“Yes!” Cook laughed, the sound filling the entire room and engulfing David; he loved hearing that sound, even if it was him Cook was laughing at.
“You don’t even know what I want yet.” And he really wished now that he had never known, that he could’ve stayed in his fantasy world of reading too into little touches or long gazes during interviews and across the table whenever they got a chance to share lunch or how Cook always seemed to light up at his presence.
”Sorry,” he could feel himself blushing, which seemed to be a natural occurrence when Cook was around. “Ask away.”
“Will you....” He had to bit his lip to not shout ‘Yes’ again. And why was Cook drawing out his words like that? Couldn’t he just come out and ask? Couldn’t he see that David’s answer would already be yes, no matter what the question was? But he thought he had a pretty good idea already. Cook took a deep breath and started over. “Okay, you know I’ve been with Kim for a while.” Wait, this wasn’t the direction the conversation should be taking. Unless it was to say he was over that whore and ready to move on. “Well....things have gotten serious.” Uhm, what? “I asked her to marry me. And I want you to be my best man.”
He finally reached the top of the stairs, though he barely noticed the climb at all, his mind still stuck in the past.
He was dressed in his nicest suit, all dolled up for the worst day of his life. He had turned the request down; there was no way he would be able to stand there and pretend like he supported this. Andrew took his place, but he could see the disappointment in Cook’s eyes. He hated that, but there was just no way he would’ve been able to. He’d already made enough sacrifices to his well being for that man and he didn’t appreciate any of them, or even notice that they were sacrifices for David.
His seat in the back still didn’t shield his eyes from the entire ceremony. He saw Cook walk down the aisle dressed in his best and both longing and pain filled him. He was already biting back tears as Kim started down the aisle, all in white and looking as repulsive to David as the day he met her. He should’ve known then that this would be the woman to ruin his life.
His held his tongue when the crowd was asked for any objection to the marriage. How he would’ve loved to cause a scene right then and there, but a part of him, the part that would never hurt Cook no matter what, stopped him. But he couldn’t sit through the I dos; he slipped out of the church without a word to anyone as he tried to control his tears.
He walked across the roof, the cement cool under his bare feet but he didn’t notice. The ledge was high and forbidding, but he could see the street below; it looked so inviting. It promised him the end of his pain, what nothing or no one else could give him.
He tried to block out the wedding, the knowledge of a honeymoon and the innocent smiling face of baby Bethany Cook. But he couldn’t block out Cook’s face, or his smile, his laugh, his voice. He heard him calling, “Archie....David!” but that was all in his head. Cook would never call out his name, would never care enough.
He swore he felt hands just graze his arms before he plunged himself into the cold night air, toward the concrete below.
He’d tried. He ran toward him the second he saw him. He could still feel David’s cool skin just under his fingertips, but he was a second too late. Tears came freely as he turned away from the ledge, unable to watch the hell unfolding on the street below.