♥Friday, April 23, 2010
Can't let you go part 2,♥
Days. Weeks. Months.
How long had it been since he had last seen you?
Cut off all ties with you?
He didn't know, but one thing was for sure.
He missed you like hell.
Was it a good idea, he often wondered, to lose you like that when you were both so in love? To let you go when he lived in such a dangerous, mafia world and had assassins after him most of the time?
It was smart, for sure. But definately not good.
Soon, he knew he was going to lose it. Go crazy and be locked up in an asylum.
'It won't hurt to sneak a look, see how she's doing,' he reasoned with himself, 'Just one look, and I'll be gone.'
So that's what he did, sneaking out of his mansion at midnight to catch a glimpse of you.
(Sure, he tripped a few times, fell here and there, but for you, it was all worth it.)
At your house, He brought out the spare key you'd given him, brought it close to the doorknob, then paused. Should he really do this? Sneak in to see you after he'd been the one to break it all?
He took a deep breath and turned the key. No going back now.
Closing the door as quietly as he could, he was surprised to see a low light shining in the kitchen. Were you awake? Again, he asked himself, should he really go?
The overwhelming desire to see you outweighed the stay-away-go-home-now factors.
Walking as softly as he could, he crept closer,
"[Name]?"
With a closer look, he could see that you were not in the kitchen. In fact, it showed no signs of having any recent life, the exception being a single large envelope and letter sitting on the empty table.
It was a hospital confirmation letter, with your name and address written as the recipient.
And what was written on it nearly made his heart stop.
[First/Name] [Last/Name]
Admitted for: Brain cancer.
Treatment: Scheduled surgury.
With today's date.
Beneath those words was a familiar, handwritten scrawl, hastily scribbled down on an empty space.
So now you know.
DBSK is love @ 4:31 AM