L I B E R A T I O N

Chapter 5! Drama!

 

 

 

The next week went by in a blur. I was finally let out of the hospital, but I had to find someone’s house to crash at. I wasn’t about to leave London, not with Jonny there, so I had to find somewhere to stay. I finally decided upon my brother, and he willingly accepted me into his home.

 

I ended up spending most of my time at the hospital. So did Chris, and usually Will. However, Chloe practically lived there now, so we didn’t really stay in Jonny’s room for too long. Sometimes I would get in there when she had to leave to take care of Violet, or when she went to eat. I couldn’t stand being in the room with her alone because of my guilt. I would only go in with her if Chris or Will accompanied me.

 

As I had predicted, Chris was in a constant state of torture. Paparazzi and reporters flew all around his home; never giving him any peace. Will even had to keep him from beating the shit out of some bastard who’d followed him down the street. I was lucky enough...no one knew the details of the collision. If they had, I figured they might not have left me alone either. That made me feel terrible. Chris had to take all of this extra prodding in addition to learning how to live without Jonny.

 

Through the past few days, I had stopped smoking. I didn’t have the energy to go anywhere except the hospital or my brother’s, and neither place allowed it. This had added to my pain immensely, but Mark made me use some of his old nicotine patches to take the edge off. Eventually, it faded to the back of my mind like everything else. Unfortunately, eating and sleeping also moved off with it.

 

One morning, I was lying in bed, buried under the covers. I had barely slept the entire night, but I hadn’t really been trying to. I had simply lain there, shaking and groaning into my pillow. And now I was too tired to move.

 

“...In there.” I heard a voice carry in from the hallway. It got lower as it approached the door, followed by muffled footsteps. “He’s not doing well.”

 

Another voice responded, but I couldn’t make out what had been said. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, which wasn’t hard considering how exhausted I was. Someone came into the room, shutting the door quietly behind them. The end of the bed sank down as someone sat there. “You can stop pretending you’re asleep.” muttered Chris. “I know you’re not.”

 

I let out a long breath through my nose and blinked slowly. “Chris, what are you doing?” I moaned.

 

“I...” he sounded a bit lost. “I wanted to bring you to get some lunch.” I was shocked by not only his offer, but the meal he mentioned. I dragged my gaze to the bedside clock. It was eleven thirty; the last time I’d checked, it had been six thirty. I raised my head, pushing myself up on my side. It didn’t hurt quite so much anymore, but it was still relatively uncomfortable. “And then I was going to see Jonny.”

 

I felt a sudden spark of dark anger. He wanted to see Jonny again. What good was seeing Jonny going to do? It wouldn’t make him wake up, and I was sure as hell it wouldn’t help him heal any faster. Was he trying to make me feel guilty?

 

“Fuck it, Chris.” I growled. “What good is that gonna do, huh?” Chris didn’t look shocked at my words, but the corner of his mouth twisted. “You’re trying to make yourself feel better? ‘Cause nothing you do is gonna make a fucking scrap of difference.”

 

Chris was wearing the most painful expression I’d ever seen on his face. He looked as if I’d just plunged a knife into his chest. “You don’t mean that.” he whispered.

 

For a moment, I wanted to hit him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? What the hell do you know?” All of the anger I held for myself was being taken out on him, and I didn’t know how to stop it. “I’m not going with you. Now leave me the fuck alone and get OUT!” I cried, now sitting upright defensively. Chris pushed himself up and shoved me hard in the chest, landing my easily on my back.

 

Then he told me to fuck myself before he walked out of the room. I lay in the same spot he’d pushed me into, curling up with pain. I gasped and focused on pulling in breaths. I knew I had deserved what I’d gotten, and that he hadn’t deserved any of what I said to him. I had felt guilty even as the words were coming out of my mouth, but once my anger got off its leash, I could barely control it. Now that Chris was gone, I felt ready to kill myself. I couldn’t believe I’d actually said those things to my friend. “Oh, god...” I moaned. I curled my fingers into my lengthening hair and pulled at it. “You should’ve killed me.” I whispered. “Why didn't you just kill me?”

 

Eventually, I managed to get up. After Chris had left, no one else had tried coming up to my room, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I decided to take a shower, hoping maybe it would wash away some of the feelings that were crushing down on me. I twisted the knob, making the water as hot as I could bear it. In a slow and painstaking process, I managed to pull off all my clothing and the bandages covering my chest. I stepped into the spray, and the water flowed over my body painlessly. It was liquid relief; spreading warmth through my muscles and washing away the sweat and ache of the day. I ducked my head under the spray, letting it soak my hair and drip into my eyes, running in rivulets down my face.

 

Eventually, I couldn’t tell the difference between the water and my tears.

 

 

 

Yeah, I know. Guy cries...a lot. :P

 

 

 

Liberation is AMAZING!!!!!! <333

:D the spoilers worked!!:dance:

amazing chapter Kyra!!:hug:

 

Guy:bigcry:

 

sorry Kyra for posting a spoiler:shame::P

 

 

There are too many

 

 

 

SPOILERS! :P

 

 

 

:Pit worked cause you posted your wonderful chapter 5 for us!!:D

how to put a spoiler in a spoiler??:thinking::lol:

ooh, kyra!!! :heart::heart:

:dance: cant for yours Brooke:D

Kyra that was amazing!!!!! :dance::D:D:clap::clap:!!!

i started writing chapter 5, but i have major writer's block so i don't think its turning out that good. right now i don't like it. :(

One I Love, Chapter V

 

 

And so, Coldplay and their crew soldiered on through Australia, as did the romance between the world's most handsome bass player and Arlene. They spent all of their free moments usually enjoying a brilliant dinner not unlike their first date and went sightseeing. Guy was constantly taking pictures of the two of them and Arlene especially liked how the ones they had in front of the Sydney Opera House had come out. He was constantly worried about protecting his Leica camera and Arlene would joke that he liked the camera better than her. To which he would say...

 

"That's impossible. I could never pick my camera over you."

 

Other nights, if they were too tired to venture on out, they would chill in either one of their rooms, usually Guy's. They'd order in room service and listen to music, watch a movie or lay together in bed, reading a book or a newspaper. Arlene actually preferred those nights because they could just be themselves. There wasn't any paparazzi bothering them and she didn't have to dress up in a pair of heels.

 

They went one day to the Great Barrier Reef on a guided tour with Marianne and Will. Guy had found a top-notch waterproof camera protector and took gorgeous pictures of the animals they had encountered in the reef. He'd been turned on by the blue starfish and the giant clam, but snapped candids of Arlene joyfully playing with the sea turtles. They had then rented out a boat to go further into the reef. It had been a great day and Arlene's favorite with Guy so far.

 

However, there was one thing that kept nagging her constantly as the days went on. That was the fact that after the groundbreaking Abu Dhabi concert, she and Guy would be separated from each other for almost two months. He hadn't mentioned anything about that and she couldn't bring herself to tell him how she felt. But she was scared that he'd lose interest and they'd drift away. Before she knew it, Coldplay was done with Australia, went to Singapore and Hong Kong for a night each and then it was Dubai.

 

Guy wasn't stupid. He knew how to read women and he noticed that Arlene had been acting a bit on the quiet side, especially after their jaunt to the reef. That afternoon, they were having lunch in Dubai and he asked her what was wrong.

 

"Oh, nothing's wrong, Guy."

 

"Arlene, you looked the way Chris when he read that review from that idiot at the NY Times. Spill."

 

"It's just...what are we going to do for a whole month and a half when we're separated from each other?"

 

"Hey, Arlene, we'll be able to see each other! I definitely do want to see you!"

 

"Yeah, and how often is that going to be? You live in London and I've got my place in Manchester...it's a long trip Guy."

 

"Well, then why don't you come and stay with me and then we go back with the crew to North America?"

 

Arlene's eyes widened.

 

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

 

"Will you? Because you're not the only one who's been thinking about this. I want you there! I, I love you Arlene." Her eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets. Guy Berryman just confessed his love for her. She stayed quiet.

 

"Hello? Hello? Earth to Arlene?"

 

"I, I'd love to stay with you if that's what you want. And for the record, I kinda love you too." Guy reached across the little cafe table and kissed her.

 

***

 

After a successful, but rainy concert in Dubai, Coldplay and the crew headed back to London the next day. Guy slept on Arlene's shoulder for most of the flight and liked the feel of her wool cardigan she had worn for the trip. When they got to Heathrow, she saw that Gwyneth and the kids, cleverly disguised, had come to pick up their favorite frontman. Guy saw Chris' obvious happiness at the gesture and decided that he wanted to be that happy too. So, after getting their luggage, the two walked out hand in hand and took a cab back to his flat, both eager to see where the next month and a half would take them.

 

I hope you all enjoyed it!

 

 

Arlene finding out that Guy loves her::speechless:

 

OH MY GOD!!! I LOVE Liberation so much! It's perfect and emotional, just the way I like it:)

Poor Guy, really:cry:

 

And One I Love is so cute and fluffy. I love that they exchanged "I love you's". Aww, so sweet!

i LOVE liberation! :wacky:!! sad, but, amazing! :D!

:blush:! Thank you.

One I Love, Chapter V

 

 

And so, Coldplay and their crew soldiered on through Australia, as did the romance between the world's most handsome bass player and Arlene. They spent all of their free moments usually enjoying a brilliant dinner not unlike their first date and went sightseeing. Guy was constantly taking pictures of the two of them and Arlene especially liked how the ones they had in front of the Sydney Opera House had come out. He was constantly worried about protecting his Leica camera and Arlene would joke that he liked the camera better than her. To which he would say...

 

"That's impossible. I could never pick my camera over you."

 

Other nights, if they were too tired to venture on out, they would chill in either one of their rooms, usually Guy's. They'd order in room service and listen to music, watch a movie or lay together in bed, reading a book or a newspaper. Arlene actually preferred those nights because they could just be themselves. There wasn't any paparazzi bothering them and she didn't have to dress up in a pair of heels.

 

They went one day to the Great Barrier Reef on a guided tour with Marianne and Will. Guy had found a top-notch waterproof camera protector and took gorgeous pictures of the animals they had encountered in the reef. He'd been turned on by the blue starfish and the giant clam, but snapped candids of Arlene joyfully playing with the sea turtles. They had then rented out a boat to go further into the reef. It had been a great day and Arlene's favorite with Guy so far.

 

However, there was one thing that kept nagging her constantly as the days went on. That was the fact that after the groundbreaking Abu Dhabi concert, she and Guy would be separated from each other for almost two months. He hadn't mentioned anything about that and she couldn't bring herself to tell him how she felt. But she was scared that he'd lose interest and they'd drift away. Before she knew it, Coldplay was done with Australia, went to Singapore and Hong Kong for a night each and then it was Dubai.

 

Guy wasn't stupid. He knew how to read women and he noticed that Arlene had been acting a bit on the quiet side, especially after their jaunt to the reef. That afternoon, they were having lunch in Dubai and he asked her what was wrong.

 

"Oh, nothing's wrong, Guy."

 

"Arlene, you looked the way Chris when he read that review from that idiot at the NY Times. Spill."

 

"It's just...what are we going to do for a whole month and a half when we're separated from each other?"

 

"Hey, Arlene, we'll be able to see each other! I definitely do want to see you!"

 

"Yeah, and how often is that going to be? You live in London and I've got my place in Manchester...it's a long trip Guy."

 

"Well, then why don't you come and stay with me and then we go back with the crew to North America?"

 

Arlene's eyes widened.

 

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

 

"Will you? Because you're not the only one who's been thinking about this. I want you there! I, I love you Arlene." Her eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets. Guy Berryman just confessed his love for her. She stayed quiet.

 

"Hello? Hello? Earth to Arlene?"

 

"I, I'd love to stay with you if that's what you want. And for the record, I kinda love you too." Guy reached across the little cafe table and kissed her.

 

***

 

After a successful, but rainy concert in Dubai, Coldplay and the crew headed back to London the next day. Guy slept on Arlene's shoulder for most of the flight and liked the feel of her wool cardigan she had worn for the trip. When they got to Heathrow, she saw that Gwyneth and the kids, cleverly disguised, had come to pick up their favorite frontman. Guy saw Chris' obvious happiness at the gesture and decided that he wanted to be that happy too. So, after getting their luggage, the two walked out hand in hand and took a cab back to his flat, both eager to see where the next month and a half would take them.

 

 

I hope you all enjoyed it!

 

 

Arlene finding out that Guy loves her::speechless:

 

awww, adorable!!! :cheesy:!!

 

well done!!

Well, I am completely not sure about this one but I hope it's okay.

 

 

I Will Try To Fix You

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

For the first time in his life, he felt lost. He wasn’t used to feeling this void inside him that consumed him day after day, leaving him a somber shadow of himself. He just didn’t feel anything but sorrow and loneliness. He was tired of it. But he didn’t know what to do to overcome this.

 

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice his three best friends entering his dressing room.

 

“Guy!” Jonny called him for the fourth time since they came into the room. “Are you listening to me?”

 

“Oh, hi!” He said, his voice low and deep. “Do you guys need something?”

 

“Yeah, we do. We need you to tell us what the hell is going on with you.” Will answered him, concern written over his features.

 

“What? Nothing is going on with me. I’m fine.” He resisted the urge to cry in front of his friends, both glad they saw something was wrong with him and tempted to run away. He felt like he couldn’t breathe suddenly, trapped inside this room, with little air to provide him comfort. He wanted to tell them how he was feeling and get their help but somehow he couldn’t.

 

“I swear to God, if you tell us you’re fine one more time, I’ll hit you.” Will threatened him, angry with the whole situation. Didn’t he see that they cared about him and wanted to be there for him, no matter what?

 

Guy didn’t respond and merely shrugged, sitting down on his sofa, tiredly. He didn’t have the strength to go on anymore, he just felt defeated. And the blank look in his eyes more than anything frightened the other three. They had never seen him like this.

 

“Hey. It’s us, we’re your best friends. You can talk to us.” Chris tried, sitting down on the coffee table in front of him so that he was at the same level of Guy. He tried to make him look at him but his eyes were set on his shoes as if searching for words to speak.

 

“Just know that we are here for you, for whatever you need. But you need to trust us and talk to us, please.” Will whispered, his anger fading away and worry taking its place.

 

They remained in silence for several minutes, waiting for him, hopeful that he would finally give in and tell them what was bothering him so much. Guy, on the other hand, could only feel their eyes on him, inquisitive and judging him, out of obligation. As much as he tried to believe they were worried, he wasn’t able to completely believe they were concerned. He had been like this for a while now and they only noticed it now.

 

Finally, after a long time thinking things through, he decided to do the only thing he felt he wanted to do now.

 

“I want to leave the band.”

 

 

 

:stunned:!!

 

no, guy!!!! :uhoh:!!!

 

 

great job! :D!!

:stunned:

:bigcry:

 

Noooooooooooo! Guy! *clings to his ankles*

 

 

You must keep writing this story, it's so good!

wwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaatttt???

 

 

I love how Will always threatens to hit people (besides Chris always crying)

One I Love, Chapter V[/size][/color][/i][/font]

 

 

And so, Coldplay and their crew soldiered on through Australia, as did the romance between the world's most handsome bass player and Arlene. They spent all of their free moments usually enjoying a brilliant dinner not unlike their first date and went sightseeing. Guy was constantly taking pictures of the two of them and Arlene especially liked how the ones they had in front of the Sydney Opera House had come out. He was constantly worried about protecting his Leica camera and Arlene would joke that he liked the camera better than her. To which he would say...

 

"That's impossible. I could never pick my camera over you."

 

Other nights, if they were too tired to venture on out, they would chill in either one of their rooms, usually Guy's. They'd order in room service and listen to music, watch a movie or lay together in bed, reading a book or a newspaper. Arlene actually preferred those nights because they could just be themselves. There wasn't any paparazzi bothering them and she didn't have to dress up in a pair of heels.

 

They went one day to the Great Barrier Reef on a guided tour with Marianne and Will. Guy had found a top-notch waterproof camera protector and took gorgeous pictures of the animals they had encountered in the reef. He'd been turned on by the blue starfish and the giant clam, but snapped candids of Arlene joyfully playing with the sea turtles. They had then rented out a boat to go further into the reef. It had been a great day and Arlene's favorite with Guy so far.

 

However, there was one thing that kept nagging her constantly as the days went on. That was the fact that after the groundbreaking Abu Dhabi concert, she and Guy would be separated from each other for almost two months. He hadn't mentioned anything about that and she couldn't bring herself to tell him how she felt. But she was scared that he'd lose interest and they'd drift away. Before she knew it, Coldplay was done with Australia, went to Singapore and Hong Kong for a night each and then it was Dubai.

 

Guy wasn't stupid. He knew how to read women and he noticed that Arlene had been acting a bit on the quiet side, especially after their jaunt to the reef. That afternoon, they were having lunch in Dubai and he asked her what was wrong.

 

"Oh, nothing's wrong, Guy."

 

"Arlene, you looked the way Chris when he read that review from that idiot at the NY Times. Spill."

 

"It's just...what are we going to do for a whole month and a half when we're separated from each other?"

 

"Hey, Arlene, we'll be able to see each other! I definitely do want to see you!"

 

"Yeah, and how often is that going to be? You live in London and I've got my place in Manchester...it's a long trip Guy."

 

"Well, then why don't you come and stay with me and then we go back with the crew to North America?"

 

Arlene's eyes widened.

 

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?"

 

"Will you? Because you're not the only one who's been thinking about this. I want you there! I, I love you Arlene." Her eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets. Guy Berryman just confessed his love for her. She stayed quiet.

 

"Hello? Hello? Earth to Arlene?"

 

"I, I'd love to stay with you if that's what you want. And for the record, I kinda love you too." Guy reached across the little cafe table and kissed her.

 

***

 

After a successful, but rainy concert in Dubai, Coldplay and the crew headed back to London the next day. Guy slept on Arlene's shoulder for most of the flight and liked the feel of her wool cardigan she had worn for the trip. When they got to Heathrow, she saw that Gwyneth and the kids, cleverly disguised, had come to pick up their favorite frontman. Guy saw Chris' obvious happiness at the gesture and decided that he wanted to be that happy too. So, after getting their luggage, the two walked out hand in hand and took a cab back to his flat, both eager to see where the next month and a half would take them.

 

I hope you all enjoyed it!

 

 

Arlene finding out that Guy loves her::speechless:

Awww, this was so good!!! :love::heart:

:D:clap::clap::D!!!!

Do you know the feeling that when you start reading a fanfic: "oh, wait, what was the last part about?"

espiecially if you read more than 3 fanfics at the same time. :D someties it's a little bit confusing, but after some sentences I remember almost what happened before.

 

 

 

L I B E R A T I O N[/size][/color][/font]

Chapter 5! Drama!

 

 

 

The next week went by in a blur. I was finally let out of the hospital, but I had to find someone’s house to crash at. I wasn’t about to leave London, not with Jonny there, so I had to find somewhere to stay. I finally decided upon my brother, and he willingly accepted me into his home.

 

I ended up spending most of my time at the hospital. So did Chris, and usually Will. However, Chloe practically lived there now, so we didn’t really stay in Jonny’s room for too long. Sometimes I would get in there when she had to leave to take care of Violet, or when she went to eat. I couldn’t stand being in the room with her alone because of my guilt. I would only go in with her if Chris or Will accompanied me.

 

As I had predicted, Chris was in a constant state of torture. Paparazzi and reporters flew all around his home; never giving him any peace. Will even had to keep him from beating the shit out of some bastard who’d followed him down the street. I was lucky enough...no one knew the details of the collision. If they had, I figured they might not have left me alone either. That made me feel terrible. Chris had to take all of this extra prodding in addition to learning how to live without Jonny.

 

Through the past few days, I had stopped smoking. I didn’t have the energy to go anywhere except the hospital or my brother’s, and neither place allowed it. This had added to my pain immensely, but Mark made me use some of his old nicotine patches to take the edge off. Eventually, it faded to the back of my mind like everything else. Unfortunately, eating and sleeping also moved off with it.

 

One morning, I was lying in bed, buried under the covers. I had barely slept the entire night, but I hadn’t really been trying to. I had simply lain there, shaking and groaning into my pillow. And now I was too tired to move.

 

“...In there.” I heard a voice carry in from the hallway. It got lower as it approached the door, followed by muffled footsteps. “He’s not doing well.”

 

Another voice responded, but I couldn’t make out what had been said. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, which wasn’t hard considering how exhausted I was. Someone came into the room, shutting the door quietly behind them. The end of the bed sank down as someone sat there. “You can stop pretending you’re asleep.” muttered Chris. “I know you’re not.”

 

I let out a long breath through my nose and blinked slowly. “Chris, what are you doing?” I moaned.

 

“I...” he sounded a bit lost. “I wanted to bring you to get some lunch.” I was shocked by not only his offer, but the meal he mentioned. I dragged my gaze to the bedside clock. It was eleven thirty; the last time I’d checked, it had been six thirty. I raised my head, pushing myself up on my side. It didn’t hurt quite so much anymore, but it was still relatively uncomfortable. “And then I was going to see Jonny.”

 

I felt a sudden spark of dark anger. He wanted to see Jonny again. What good was seeing Jonny going to do? It wouldn’t make him wake up, and I was sure as hell it wouldn’t help him heal any faster. Was he trying to make me feel guilty?

 

“Fuck it, Chris.” I growled. “What good is that gonna do, huh?” Chris didn’t look shocked at my words, but the corner of his mouth twisted. “You’re trying to make yourself feel better? ‘Cause nothing you do is gonna make a fucking scrap of difference.”

 

Chris was wearing the most painful expression I’d ever seen on his face. He looked as if I’d just plunged a knife into his chest. “You don’t mean that.” he whispered.

 

For a moment, I wanted to hit him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? What the hell do you know?” All of the anger I held for myself was being taken out on him, and I didn’t know how to stop it. “I’m not going with you. Now leave me the fuck alone and get OUT!” I cried, now sitting upright defensively. Chris pushed himself up and shoved me hard in the chest, landing my easily on my back.

 

Then he told me to fuck myself before he walked out of the room. I lay in the same spot he’d pushed me into, curling up with pain. I gasped and focused on pulling in breaths. I knew I had deserved what I’d gotten, and that he hadn’t deserved any of what I said to him. I had felt guilty even as the words were coming out of my mouth, but once my anger got off its leash, I could barely control it. Now that Chris was gone, I felt ready to kill myself. I couldn’t believe I’d actually said those things to my friend. “Oh, god...” I moaned. I curled my fingers into my lengthening hair and pulled at it. “You should’ve killed me.” I whispered. “Why didn't you just kill me?”

 

Eventually, I managed to get up. After Chris had left, no one else had tried coming up to my room, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I decided to take a shower, hoping maybe it would wash away some of the feelings that were crushing down on me. I twisted the knob, making the water as hot as I could bear it. In a slow and painstaking process, I managed to pull off all my clothing and the bandages covering my chest. I stepped into the spray, and the water flowed over my body painlessly. It was liquid relief; spreading warmth through my muscles and washing away the sweat and ache of the day. I ducked my head under the spray, letting it soak my hair and drip into my eyes, running in rivulets down my face.

 

Eventually, I couldn’t tell the difference between the water and my tears.

 

 

 

Yeah, I know. Guy cries...a lot. :P

 

 

 

aaaawwwww :cry: poor guy. this whole story is so absoring.

 

did you plan how long this story will be or do you create it just how it comes?

Do you know the feeling that when you start reading a fanfic: "oh, wait, what was the last part about?"

espiecially if you read more than 3 fanfics at the same time. :D someties it's a little bit confusing, but after some sentences I remember almost what happened before.

 

 

 

 

 

aaaawwwww :cry: poor guy. this whole story is so absoring.

 

did you plan how long this story will be or do you create it just how it comes?

 

I never planned how long it would be, but I wrote it all at once. It's already finished now, so I've been posting a chapter a day.

 

wwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaatttt???

 

 

I love how Will always threatens to hit people (besides Chris always crying)

 

So true! :lol: I think Will threatened to hit Chris in my other fanfic, Healing. :P

@LoverInJapan:

:bigcry:

NOOO!!!!Guy you cant do this!!!:bigcry:

need chapter 3

Im writing a Guy-Chris love story right now but I dont think you guys would want to read it:shame:Im a horibble writer:lol:

 

 

but the story has pervyness:sneaky::wink3:

 

Well, I am completely not sure about this one but I hope it's okay.

 

 

I Will Try To Fix You

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

 

For the first time in his life, he felt lost. He wasn’t used to feeling this void inside him that consumed him day after day, leaving him a somber shadow of himself. He just didn’t feel anything but sorrow and loneliness. He was tired of it. But he didn’t know what to do to overcome this.

 

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice his three best friends entering his dressing room.

 

“Guy!” Jonny called him for the fourth time since they came into the room. “Are you listening to me?”

 

“Oh, hi!” He said, his voice low and deep. “Do you guys need something?”

 

“Yeah, we do. We need you to tell us what the hell is going on with you.” Will answered him, concern written over his features.

 

“What? Nothing is going on with me. I’m fine.” He resisted the urge to cry in front of his friends, both glad they saw something was wrong with him and tempted to run away. He felt like he couldn’t breathe suddenly, trapped inside this room, with little air to provide him comfort. He wanted to tell them how he was feeling and get their help but somehow he couldn’t.

 

“I swear to God, if you tell us you’re fine one more time, I’ll hit you.” Will threatened him, angry with the whole situation. Didn’t he see that they cared about him and wanted to be there for him, no matter what?

 

Guy didn’t respond and merely shrugged, sitting down on his sofa, tiredly. He didn’t have the strength to go on anymore, he just felt defeated. And the blank look in his eyes more than anything frightened the other three. They had never seen him like this.

 

“Hey. It’s us, we’re your best friends. You can talk to us.” Chris tried, sitting down on the coffee table in front of him so that he was at the same level of Guy. He tried to make him look at him but his eyes were set on his shoes as if searching for words to speak.

 

“Just know that we are here for you, for whatever you need. But you need to trust us and talk to us, please.” Will whispered, his anger fading away and worry taking its place.

 

They remained in silence for several minutes, waiting for him, hopeful that he would finally give in and tell them what was bothering him so much. Guy, on the other hand, could only feel their eyes on him, inquisitive and judging him, out of obligation. As much as he tried to believe they were worried, he wasn’t able to completely believe they were concerned. He had been like this for a while now and they only noticed it now.

 

Finally, after a long time thinking things through, he decided to do the only thing he felt he wanted to do now.

 

“I want to leave the band.”

 

 

 

read yours now and: :shocked2: WHY THE HELL DOES GUY WANNA LEAVE THE BAND? :stunned:

:inquisitive:

 

your writing is great! :thumbsup:

 

I never planned how long it would be, but I wrote it all at once. It's already finished now, so I've been posting a chapter a day.

 

 

ah ok. :)