It is crazy how many fan accounts i follow on social media. It’s unhealthy at this point.
(btw my 4 most favorite bands are in the tags)
It is crazy how many fan accounts i follow on social media. It’s unhealthy at this point.
(btw my 4 most favorite bands are in the tags)
A few weeks ago, I made up the character names and a storyline, and incorporated the lyrics of the song and the elements of it. This was the end result:
“So what’s the problem, darling?” Elsie had called me over to the cafe so we could have an important discussion. I don’t know what it is about, but I do know that it must be important. This is the most important place for us outside of our own home. This is the place where we met. This is the place where we had our first date. This is the place where I proposed to her. This was the place where we met each others parents. This was the first place we went to after our honeymoon. This is where she told me she was pregnant one month ago. This must be big. And she looks reluctant to tell me. “Elsie? Is everything okay?” “No.” She looks ready to cry. Something is wrong, for sure. And I need to know what it is. I made a promise that I would do everything in my power to keep her happy. “Elsie?” She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. “Matteo, I can’t do this anymore.” I don’t know what she means. “What? What’s wrong, darling?” She refuses to speak. Instead, she just looks down at the table in front of her. “Elsie? Please, tell me, what’s going on?” “Matteo, the baby isn’t yours.” “What?” At that moment, everything around me seems to just disappear. The only thing that matters are the words that just came out of her mouth. She’s trying to explain herself, but I can’t understand her. My mind is too blank from trying to comprehend what she just said. This can’t be true. This isn’t true. Elsie would never do this. Ever. This is not the same sweet girl I met on that day so long ago, not the same woman who promised that she would never leave my side, not my girlfriend who promised that we would be each other’s for as long as we would both live, not my wife who made the vow with me that we would keep our loyalty to each other, that we would communicate with each other, that we would give everything for each other. I don’t believe it. I refuse. She then snaps her fingers at me, and I snap out of my daze. “Are you even listening to me?” “I’m sorry. I just had to think about that.” “The baby is not yours, Matteo. It’s Vincenzo’s.” Vincenzo is my best friend. Has been since we were seven years old. He was the best man at our wedding. I am barely thinking straight anymore. Everything in me has shut down. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were supposed to raise our family together. We were supposed to grow old together. I knew there would be obstacles, but this isn’t an obstacle. This is the end of the course. I sit there for a few more minutes, saying nothing. I go numb. I feel nothing towards her. My heart has gone black on constellations gold. The fire that once burned has faded to an ember. I know this feeling will not last long, but I need to handle this while it is here. “What happened?” “Matteo, I have to confess this. Vincenzo and I have been seeing each other since you and I were married.” No. She’s lying. This is some sort of sick joke. But then again, I never knew Elsie to be much of a joker. I sigh as I look up. My eyes meet hers, and when I see tears falling from the same warm hazel eyes I looked straight into when the words “I do” left my mouth. In this moment, I regret those two words more than I ever would have guessed I would ever have to. “You’re lying.” “I’m not. Matteo, you need to listen to me!” “I am listening to you!” “This isn’t a lie!” “Why would you do this?” She sits in silence for a moment. “I would get lonely when I would be home alone. You would leave and go to work, and I would be left by myself. I called him over one day, just to talk, and one thing led to another…” I can’t bear to hear this anymore. At that moment, I stand up and start to walk away. She chases after me. “Come back!” I can’t go back. It doesn’t matter if I want to or not, I simply cannot go back. Every part of my body, mind, and soul is telling me never to go back to her. I feel her hand touch my shoulder. I look back to her. I can’t help but look down. I can’t bring myself to look into her eyes again. Instead, I find myself staring at her shirt. Black lace. I bought it for her birthday this year, a week before she told me that she was pregnant. Her telling me that she was pregnant was one of the happiest days of my life. I remember carrying her around the house the entire day, not letting her feet touch the ground once. I remember us sitting at this cafe discussing potential names for our child. We didn’t even get the chance to settle on any names. Now I’ll never have that chance. “Matteo, I swear to you, it never meant anything, it was just a little fling while you were at work! You were always at work for so long, I never would have done this if it weren’t for that!” “That work was all for you. All for you and more. If you want to blame me for your own infidelity, fine. But don’t expect me not to point out the error of your ways in doing this. I did all that work for you. I wanted to support you and our growing family.” “Matteo!” “No.” I take another look at that black lace top. At this point in time, I am sure that it must match the color of her soul in order for her to want to do something like this. She continues to cry for me. She won’t let it go. “Elsie—” “Don’t go! I won’t let you!” I look at her, and a small part of me still tells me that I need to take her into my arms and forgive her. But every other bit of me tells myself that she will cheat again if I give her the opportunity. I can’t do this. I have to go. “Elsie, no.” When I look at her again, I see that girl I met long ago, when we were teenagers. That bright, happy girl who would have given the world to see my brooding self smile. That girl who spent her youth chasing him. He was always the light of her life, even if he was never much of a light to begin with. But as I start to walk away, I realize that she won’t chase him anymore. Never again. I look back at her for one last glance. She is still looking at me. Her eyes say that she wants to chase me, she wants to come back to me, even if I don’t want to do the same. But she knows that I’m cold. I won’t listen. “Goodbye, Elsie,” I whisper as I continue to walk. I feel raindrops start to drop on my head. The rain soon starts to come down faster and harder. Fitting, considering what just happened. As I continue to walk, my thoughts start to come back, and I then ask myself, “Do I even know what happened?” I just lost the one true love of my life. We had been in love since we were teenagers who had no idea what we were doing or where we were going in life. All we knew was that we loved each other, and that was all that mattered to us. Our parents always told us, “You met too young, you’ll never last.” For the longest time, we believed them. When we were still young, we both believed that we would never last because we were too young. But as we got a little older and our love for each other matured, we began to ignore their comments. We still loved each other just as much. And despite the fact that we had discussed marriage since we were only fifteen, it still seemed like such a surprise to us when it actually happened at twenty-four. And now, at thirty-two, we still thought we were in love. We’ve been together for longer than we haven’t been, and then we were finally able to start our family. Alas, it was all too good to be true. I look back again. The cafe is now in the distance, and she is nowhere to be seen. I keep walking, trying everything I can to avoid the thoughts in my head from sending me right back to her. I can’t do that. No matter what I tell myself. Right now, I feel as if nothing truly matters. I snap out of my thoughts for a second when I realize that I am absolutely soaked, and rain is dripping down my face. At least no one will know that I’m actually crying. Right now, what I know is that I have to get out of here. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know that I have to get as far away from Elsie as possible. I keep walking until I find a bus station. Great. Taking a bus to wherever the next one is going should get me far enough away. I sit down at the bench there. There is a man next to me. “Where is this bus going?” I ask, not wanting to be too far away. “Albany.” We’re in New York City right now. The place I’ve lived my entire adult my life. I met Elsie on a trip here with my mother when we were fifteen. Right from the first moment we met, I knew there was something special about her…
Flashback, 17 years ago…
Oh God. I’m lost. In the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world. I have no idea where I am, but even worse, I have no idea where my mother is. I start to wander around frantically. I don’t have any way of contacting her. I left my phone at the hotel. My heart feels like it is going to beat out of my chest as I speed-walk down the crowded sidewalk. I need to find her. I look through the crowds of people surrounding me. Not a single face I see is hers. It’s hopeless. I’ll never find her like this. I continue to wander around until I find a little cafe on the corner. I walk over there in hopes of at least getting away from the crowds and getting a chance to collect my thoughts. I don’t want to ask anyone for help, because that would be embarrassing. I can’t bring myself to do that right now. Suddenly, I notice a girl staring at me. She has long blonde hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, and a perplexed expression on her heart-shaped face. “Are you okay?” Her voice is like a bottle of cold water on a hot day. I try to stutter out the words, “I’m fine.” When I finally get them out, she says, “No, you aren’t. What’s wrong?” Should I tell her? She’s offering to help me, I might as well take the opportunity. “I’m lost. I need help getting to a phone.” “Oh, that’s no problem, here, you can use mine,” She says, handing me her phone from out of her purse. I take it from her slowly before using it to call my mother. “Hey, Mom. It’s Matteo.” “Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for over an hour!” “I got lost. I’m at…” I look at the sign that shows the name of the cafe. “I’m at the Drella Cafe.” “Are you safe?” “Yes. I was really worried, but I’m safe.” “Thank God! I’ll be right there for you. Don’t move. I love you.” “I love you too. Bye.” She hangs up, and I hand the girl her phone back. “So…your name is Matteo?” “Yes.” “I like that. I’m Elsie.” “It’s nice to meet you, Elsie. Thanks for lending me your phone.” “It’s no problem.” “While you’re here, can I buy you a coffee or something? It would be nice to get to know you better.” Well, it would be a bit rude to refuse the offer. “Sure.” “You know, it’s quite hot out. And this is the only table with an umbrella. Maybe you could come sit with me?” “Of course.” I order an iced coffee before I sit back down across from her. “So, Matteo, are you from around here?” “No. I’m from Illinois, around Chicago.” “So what are you doing in New York?” “Mom brought me here for vacation.” “How old are you?” “I’m fifteen.” “So am I!” We start to talk about our hobbies. She’s an artist. She paints, draws, sculpts, sings, and plays the guitar, the piano, the violin, and the flute. She seems perfect. She asks about my hobbies, and I explain that I’m an artist too, but not as good as she is. After a while of talking about our art, she tells me, “I’d love to see you again sometime.” “I’d love that too.” She grabs a piece of paper and a pen from her purse and writes her phone number down on it. I put the paper in my hoodie pocket before I write down my number on a separate piece of paper. We continue with our conversation for about five more minutes, until Mom arrives. “Thank the heavens, you’re okay!” She hugs me, and I hug her back. “Who’s this?” She asks, looking at Elsie. “This is Elsie. She’s a friend I just made here.” Elsie smiles at me and Mom before she says, “I hope we can meet up again sometime soon.” “So do I.” I walk away with Mom and get into our car as she drives us back to the hotel. The entire ride home, I can’t stop talking about her. She’s the only one on my mind. “Sounds like you really have a thing for this girl,” Mom says when we get to the hotel. Maybe I do. When we get inside, I call her. Her father came to pick her up, and she hadn’t been able to stop telling him about me. “Maybe we should meet up at the cafe again sometime this week, while I’m still here in New York.” I suggest. “It’s a date then. Does Saturday work for you?” “Yes.” “Awesome. I’ll ask Dad to drop me off at seven.” “That sounds perfect.” We continue talking until we’re both practically falling asleep. I hear her yawn before she says, “I should really get to bed. But it was great talking to you.” “It was great talking to you too.” “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” I hang up and put my phone on the nightstand right before I turn onto my side and quickly fall asleep.
End of flashback…
By the time I left New York, she occupied my mind constantly. We were in a long distance relationship for three years, until I packed up my bags and moved to New York so I could be with her. We were each others everything. So at what moment had that changed for her? Was it really all of the work? I was never really at work that much. I would always get through my days at work telling myself that I’d soon be able to go home to her and spend the night with her. That was all that ever mattered to me. I left everyone and everything I loved before just to be with her. As I sit at the bus stop, parts of our wedding vows ring through my mind. “To the end, ever leave.” We both thought we would never leave each other. We would truly be to the end. I guess that wasn’t so. I know that many say that love is a game. I told myself, “play the game”. I was always wondering what the worst could happen was. We were playing on the same team. I guess I just never guessed that she would cheat. “You and me found love, lost under the shade.” We didn’t care for anything else at the time. It was just her and I. That’s all I ever thought it would be. Oh, how shamefully wrong I was. It is then that I realize how long we have been sitting here. I check my watch, and I realize that I have been here for over an hour. I ask the man next to me, “When is this bus supposed to arrive?” “What time is it?” “Ten-fifteen.” “It was supposed to be here half an hour ago.” “So, what does that mean?” “We might be stuck here for the night.” Well, I don’t really think I have enough money for a hotel room right now, and there’s no way I’m going back home. I guess I might as well stay here for the night. I’m so tired right now. But at the same time, I can’t sleep. Suddenly, my phone rings. It’s her. I sigh before picking up the phone. “Elsie—” “Matteo, you have to take me back!” “I’m sorry, Elsie. I can’t do that.” “But—” “No. As far as you are concerned, I am a ghost. Pull this last note from my throat, and keep it in your mind: I am not coming back. Take that and leave me alone.” “I didn’t mean it!” “Yes you did. You don’t mean it now because you regret it. If I didn’t react that way, you would have meant it.” “I was bored! I didn’t plan on cheating on you! I just got so bored while you were at work!” “Like I said, that was all for you. All for you and more.” “I didn’t mean it!” And with that, I hang up. Five minutes later, she calls again. I hang up. I may be the same person I was then, or I may not be, but she is no longer the sweet, artistic angel I met then. And he won’t take her anymore. Because she is not the same girl anymore. Once again, the words echo through my head. “To the end, ever leave.” I wish it would stop. I don’t want to remind myself anymore of what I had with her. I look over at the man next to me, and see that he is already asleep. Elsie calls again, and I hang up. I start to feel tired again. Is this really what I’m coming to? Am I really going to fall asleep on a stranger? Fall asleep on the first I face after leaving my wife? I guess so. I lean on him slightly as I close my eyes. As I start to drift off to sleep, all the emotion comes back. I don’t truly want to leave Elsie. I just don’t want to deal with anymore infidelity. Is this truly what I want to do? Surely not. I just want her to come back to my heart. Please, Elsie. Come back to my heart. Come back to my heart tonight. I don’t care what you do anymore. I just need you back. I call her, and she doesn’t pick up. I try one more time, and she does not call back. I start to cry. Come back to my heart, Elsie. Come back to my heart tonight. I start to lean on the other man again. And the thought rings through my mind once more. Come back to my heart. Come back to my heart tonight. Please. I don’t care anymore. I need you here. My heart aches with the idea of never seeing you again. I look to my heart to find you there, but you’re long gone. Come back to my heart. Come back to my heart tonight…
Just looking for some feedback on this. Please interact with this if you see it, thank you.
bulletproof love, pierce the veil // miss missing you, fall out boy
I love this song
carti carti carti carti ❣️❣️❣️🦇🦇🦇
or did you forget what we shared?
MO11Y +**+ 🦋🦋🦋
You cured me of my foolish obsession with love
“If I were you, I’d put that away
See, you’re just wasted
And thinking about the past again
Darling you’ll be okay
“If you were me, you’d do the same
‘Cause I can’t take anymore
I’ll draw the shades and close the door
Everything’s not alright and I would rather"”
“I’ll soon forget the color of your eyes and you’ll forget mine
So keep in happiness
And torture me while I tell you,
“Let’s go in style”
A million hooks around
A million ways to die
Darling, let’s go inside
It’ll be alright”
If you can tell the difference between kellin quinn and vic fuentes in king for a day go to therapy
@melyndasu got me this for my birthday and I’m stoked! Thank you so much babe, I love it 🖤
#vicfuentes #piercetheveil #ptv @piercethevic
i made a gif of tony and i find it cute :D
…are you coming?