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Not Done Loving You	By : Tathiela Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Not Done Loving You
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Wow, I wrote an Orlando fiction! Amazing, I haven't thought about doing that in a while. Anyway, it's...really...uh..different from anything I've written before. Some of you might not like the theme, and some might be hard to understand. I'm not always 100% coherent after 12am. Anyway, here it is, and I hope some like it, and not many find it offensive. I make NOTHING from this fanfic, nor do I own Orlando Bloom. I think.
*checks pockets*

“So much, so much of me that I willingly gave to you. So much of me that you destroyed Orlando. How could you do that to someone you claim to love? What do you expect of me now? Now that I’m not even the same person before.

"You’ve ruined me, my heart, my soul, my entire being is scarred, bruised irrevocable by what you have done to me. Where do you think that this; we can go now? There’s nothing for us, only pain, only bitter thoughts, and feelings.

"If you wanted to love me, then why didn’t you? Why didn’t you protect me from the world? Why didn’t you wrap your arms around me, and keep everything out? Why did the voices of the world around us still drive me to take such drastic actions?

"You could have stopped it, could have held the world at bay so that there was nothing, no one but you, and I. That’s what you always said to me. ‘It’s you and me against the world baby.’ What happened to that? Where did that sentiment go? Out the window like the others? Like everything you ever said to me? I believe that not one promise made to me by you ever saw it’s fulfillment.

"Do you realize what that did to me? What that drove me to? I loved you, and your lies, your false proclamations of love drove me to this. So when you sit beside me, or stand beside a big empty box in the dirt maybe you’ll realize this. Maybe you’ll just wish for another day, another chance to say even just one word to stop it all.

"Maybe you would have wrapped your arms around me, and just pushed the world away as we sat there in bliss. That’s my fondest memories of our past Orlando. You and I under the great tree in your old backyard. Your arms wrapped around me so tight I almost couldn’t breath at times. Your hot breath on my neck, and your curls tickling me.

"What did you think would happen when everything changed? When you left me to the wolves, when you ran off to live. To make something of life, to grab the bull by the horns. Did you expect me to wait, to stay there forever with thoughts of only you? To not try to move on? I should expect that is exactly what you expected because that’s who you were, who you are.

"You knew that my love for you was real, was true, and could not be swayed by irresponsible, thoughtless actions on your part. Would not be swayed. You knew that you could get away with murder and my love for you would not have lessened one bit.

"Well now I tell you that it did. I hated you for a time, even if my love for you grew stronger with each passing day you were away. I guess absence does make the heart grow fonder. Still my heart hated you, it longed to take from you that which you worked so hard to attain, to have you back with me, hated you because I could not follow.

"When you returned Orlando, my heart never felt so light, so free, and so glad. I cried, and I cried when you sent me the letter telling of your return for a time. The letter saying you missed me, and longed to hold me once more. I ached with need for you to do just that.

"But when you returned, what did you do? You went to see your dog, you went to see your mother, and sister, and your best friend from school. You did not come to see me until I called your home and asked for you. Your mother was even shocked to hear you had neglected to visit with me up until that point.

"I remember hearing her scold you like you were a little boy still. The little boy with the deep chocolate brown eyes, and soft brown curls that helped me climb the trees the others were high up in already without a thought to my safety climbing after them.

"What do you think Orlando? That I would wait on you forever? That I would never move on? Well I guess I didn’t if you’re reading this, I guess I took the easy way out. I guess the pain grew to be too unbearable.

"I do hope that you do not think I blame you entirely for this. I read this over to myself, and I feel it sounds as if I blame you. I do not, I wish that things had merely been different. That things could have been brighter, happier, and you had been more loving. Do not despair Orlando, I do not wish to see a frown on your beautiful place from wherever I end up after this world. I’ll always watch out for you, protect you like you could not protect me Orlando. I’m terribly sorry, forgive me. I love you.”

Orlando swallowed around the lump in his throat. Fumbling with the letter, he pulled the envelope from behind and checked the post date finding none. Frantic he pulled out his cell phone, grabbed the keys from the hook by the door, and rushed to his car. He had to find her, he had to save her.

Helplessness, hopelessness, and fear rising in him, he sped past the many dark houses, and buildings. He only hoped she had recently left the letter, and returned home.

A police siren sounded behind him, and he pushed the gas pedal further to the floor. He would not be kept from her this time, nothing would keep his arms from enfolding her, and protecting her from the world. He could not allow this to happen, could not lose the love he’d taken for granted for so long.

The night lights, the houses, the dark forms walking slowly on the street blurred to nothing but vague shapes, some held her eyes, some held her shape, or her long cascading hair. All held some painful vision of her in some way. He shook his head, and blinked away tears that threatened to fall.

Finally her apartment building came into sight. He car was parked where it always was, lights on in her windows. He swallowed the panic, the fear threatening to consume him entirely, and pulled to the curb.

Leaving the car running, he jumped out, running to the building. The police car had stopped behind him, and two cops were shouting for him to stop. He dropped the letter, and called back for them to read it. Said he needed to stop her, help her!

The stairs to her upper floor apartment seemed to go forever, stretched for miles and miles above him. Towered over him, a taunting voice calling for him to climb if he dare. He took them two at a time, his breath coming short, and ragged from his chest, his heart beating like a hammer within.

Her door was soon within his reach, and he stopped. Stopped for the horrible vision that entered his mind. Her sprawled out on the bathroom floor, a bottle of alcohol half empty, the other half spilled across the floor. Her wrists slashed, and blood pooled around her. An empty pill bottle that rolled silently away from her grasp when her arm dropped as the life fled from her body.

He bit back a sob as two police men were suddenly at his back. He released the breath he’d held as the horrible visions passed across his mind, releasing them as well. He knocked. Nothing. He pounded. Nothing. He kicked at the door, shouted her name. Nothing.

One of the police men came forward, and taking his arm, pushed him wordlessly out of the way. Together the two police men rushed the door, their shoulders slamming hard into it. With a loud crack, and the sound of metal falling to the wooden floor the door flung open.

Orlando pushed past them, eyes franticly scanning the room for any sign of her. He opened doors to closets, hallways to other rooms, looked in corners, found nothing. Her bedroom empty, the living room empty, kitchen empty, all empty save the final room he had not yet checked. Slowly he turned the doorknob to the small sterile bathroom.

He shuddered, fear once again gripping him as he felt something restricting the doorway slightly. Pushing harder, and entering the small room his eyes fell first the water that flooded the floors in the room. Then the pink tinge to the water. Finally his eyes rest on the pale skin of her hand, the long open gash upon her wrist still bled freely, seeping into the water, tainting the room forever.

He shook his head no, called to the cops to get help, and slumped to the floor beside her, heedless of the water, and blood all around them. He pulled her lifeless body to him, put pressure on the wounds she’d inflicted upon herself.

One of the police men entered the room, said the other had, her partner had gone to summon an ambulance, asked if she could do anything. Orlando shook his head, eyes pleading for her to help in any way, he was lost. Did not know what to do, could only hold her small pale body close to him, and hope.

Nothing was left in him but emptiness, and fear.

The police woman came to kneel beside him. Handing him a towel, she wrapped one around the small woman’s wrist, putting pressure where the wound was. Orlando did the same, and they waited.

The police woman was forgotten, the world around him gone forever, and the many thoughts that normally flooded his head ceaselessly were gone. His world lay lifeless in his arms, her life flowing slowly from her with each passing second.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours, and hours became an eternity for Orlando. His lips quivered, as he tried to hold the emotion at bay. He was an actor, he could do it. He would be strong for the woman in his arms.

Nothing would take her from him, not even all the Gods in the universe could tear her from him.

He slowly stroked her wet blood soaked hair, began whispering the endearments he should have offered more in the past. Asked her to hold on, made her all new promises, and a promise above all promises; to never again break a promise to her.

Even if it meant giving up his life, his dreams.

She was his life, always had been; he had just been too blind to see it clearly. A twitch of her finger as he whispered finally ‘I love you more than life itself Layla, do not leave me.’ Caused hope to whell up in him like he’d never before felt, he felt light, as if he could float away with the angels, and birds should he wish it.

But the worried face on the police woman caused the tears he’d so bravely held back, or had it been a weakness to hold them back; to fall. The rush of medics, and more police into the small room forced Layla out of his arms, and Orlando out of the room. With his final thread of self control gone, he slid silently down the wall outside the bathroom, and cried into his hands. ‘Do not leave me.’ He whispered to the chill air in the room.

Rushing of nurses, few doctors passing silently by, a sideways glance at patients, brains ever active. Doctors recalling facts on patients, remembering medications they would be requiring soon, recalling things that needed to be changed on charts.

Many sad, and even shocked glances towards a still, pale, weeping Orlando. How long he sat there, beside her bed he didn’t know, but he could not be pulled away. He had gone with her in the ambulance, walked with her to the emergency room doors. Had been forcefully restrained when she had gone past them.

Now he sat here, mind reeling with so much that he almost felt ill. He had done this to her, his carelessness, his thoughtlessness, his taking her for granted had slowly driven her to this point. He roughly ran a hand a hand through his hair, then back, and over his face.

He recalled several women had asked for autographs, he had declined to any who asked, said he was a human being, and deserved to be left alone to his grief. He had even ranted to one poor nurse who had merely asked if he was the pirate from that Disney movie.

Said he was tired of everything in his life being picked apart with a fine tooth comb, tired of being stalked, not being allowed time alone with those he loved. Had even complained his dog had annoying fan girls now!

He sighed, and squeezed Layla’s hand tighter just to be sure he was not dreaming. She had pulled through, they had pumped her stomach of the many pills she had swallowed, and stopped the bleeding from her wrists. He would make things right when she awoke, wrap her in his arms, and never release her. She would grow annoyed with him in time he was sure, but he would love her to death.

So engrossed in his thoughts was he, that when she stirred slightly, and her eyes blinked open he did not see.

”Orlando?” A faint whisper, obviously weak.

His gaze slowly turned to her figure on the sterile, silver and white hospital bed. She lay her eyes squinting, and mouth slightly agape in confusion.

”Layla.” He whispered back, his voice catching in his throat with emotion.

”Is this heaven? I had hoped that you would be there somehow.” She gasped out, her voice weak, and raspy.

He smiled, and squeezed her hand tighter, careful of the bandages around her wrist.

”No Layla, you’re in the hospital. I wouldn’t allow you to leave me.”

She stared at him for some time, her eyes glistening with tears, and her eyes heavy with sedation.

”But why?” She asked at last.

He smiled, released her hand, and put it to her forehead, brushed back the hair that was there and leaning forward placed a kiss there.

”I have not finished loving you yet.”

Fin(hee, i've seen that all over, and i've always waned to use it)
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