Crimson Regret
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,615
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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.
Even In Death
Crimson Regret
Chapter Two
***
Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home
***
It'd been two months since Gracie had killed herself in his bathroom. She hadnt yet moved in, cause he hadnt yet asked her. But he was going to. He'd planned on asking her that night. She had been staying the weekend with him, she was on break from college. Now two months later... he was a wreck. He wouldnt answer the phone, or the door when he was home. He hardly ate anything, or slept. If he slept he dreamt of her, and that only hurt more... but in waking he would see her as well, or so he believed. He was lost, and alone.
He didnt want to believe she was gone, no one had ever given him a good reason to believe she was. And at night, when the moon light would touch the earth, he'd see her shadow, leading him to where she lay. But when the harsh reality came foreward, he stood above her grave, looking down at the ground, tears pouring, like rain drops, from his eyes. They said it wasnt meant to be, that's what they would tell him. But he didnt believe them. He never would. He had loved her. Loved her more than anything, his own life included...
***
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
***
He still stood above her grave. He wasnt supposed to be there, it was after cemetary hours. But he'd snuck, just like he'd done for the last two months. He had to be there, had to be near her. He crouched down next to her grave, tears still streaming down his face.
"Gracie... my love... I will stay here forever... just to be with you... I promise." he said. He laid a long stemed red rose across her grave. "I know you will stay forever in my heart... and that you love me... even in death... out lgoesgoes on... it never died Gracie." he said softly.
***
Some say I'm crazy for my love, Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side, Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me
***
He'd sneak out just before dawn, and go home. And on occassion someone would be waiting there for him. Sometimes Viggo, other times it was Johnny or Elijah. They would tell him he needed to get it together, and take care of himself. But he would just brush past them, and go inside his house, shutting and locking the door behind him. Shutting them out, shutting out the world, the harsh reality that was now his life.
And this day was no different from the day before. He sighed heavily seeing Elijah leaning against his car, waiting for him. He pulled up and turned the car off, and headed straight for the house, not even aknowledging Elijah.
"Well good morning to you too!" Elijah said.
Orlando grunted something incoherent at him. Elijah paid it no mind, and continued on behind him.
"Talk to me Orlando... tell me what your thinking... Cause we're all begining to think youre crazy... crazy for a love that died, killed it's self two months ago." he said.
Orlando spun and came face to face with the younger man. "Gracie is not an It! She was the love of my life. she was MY LOVE!" he said harshly.
He unlocked the door and walked in, slamming it in Elijah's face. He locked it behind him and headed down the hall towards the bedroom, past the bathroom, that he never used anymore. Instead he would go down to the basement, which was set up as a game room and use that bathroom. He flopped down on the bed. He looked at the picture of Gracie on the bedstand next to the bed. He picked it up and spoke to her.
"They all think I'm crazy Gracie... but I'm not... I love you, and no matter what they say or try to do will ever keep me from loving you. You're my love... they cant know that you can never leave me... you cant... they dont hear your beautiful voice singing to me... they cant..."
***
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
***
His eyes slowly drifted closed, as his thoughts turned more to her. He still hugged the framed photo in his hands. He silently prayed that God would grant him his only wish, to never wake from his sleo heo he could be with her.
'I'll stay here with you forever Love, I promise you always and forever... I'll never leave your side.'
He smiled. Her voice was so angelic, so beautiful. He reached for her, but never seemed to be able to touch her.
'Gracie... my love... I'll stay with you forever... my love, our love never died... take me home with you... or let me bring you home with me... please Gracie...'
But like always he woke from his dreams of her, to face the harsh reality, that she was gone. But his love for her lived on and on. And it was then that he made up his mind... he was gonna be with her.
***
And I can't love you, anymore than I do
***
He slowly rose from the bed, the lump in his throat made it hard to breathe. He had to be with her, had to hold her, and touch her. He had to love her. He slowly opened the door to the bathroom... the forbidden bathroom. He stood looking at the floor, and in his mind he could still see her fragile body lying on the floor, dead. A muffled sob escaped his throat, and tears flodded his cheeks. He looked up into the mirror as he crossed over the floor to stand in front of it. He looked himself over, but he no longer recognised the man in the mirror... it want him anymore... just a reflection of who he used to be. He slowly raised his fist and slammed it into the mirror, shattering it into a bunch of ragged, and jagged pieces. Most fell into the sink, and onto the counter. He reached foreward and pulled a large piece that hung in the frame that the whole mirror used to sit in. He pulled it towards him. He looked up towards the cieling, in much the dame way his Love had done.
"I couldnt love you more than I already do Gracie... I'm coming to you..." he said through his tears in a whisper.
And with in moments, his body was pouring Crimson Regret...
THE END
Chapter Two
***
Give me a reason to believe that you're gone
I see your shadow so I know they're all wrong
Moonlight on the soft brown earth
It leads me to where you lay
They took you away from me but now I'm taking you home
***
It'd been two months since Gracie had killed herself in his bathroom. She hadnt yet moved in, cause he hadnt yet asked her. But he was going to. He'd planned on asking her that night. She had been staying the weekend with him, she was on break from college. Now two months later... he was a wreck. He wouldnt answer the phone, or the door when he was home. He hardly ate anything, or slept. If he slept he dreamt of her, and that only hurt more... but in waking he would see her as well, or so he believed. He was lost, and alone.
He didnt want to believe she was gone, no one had ever given him a good reason to believe she was. And at night, when the moon light would touch the earth, he'd see her shadow, leading him to where she lay. But when the harsh reality came foreward, he stood above her grave, looking down at the ground, tears pouring, like rain drops, from his eyes. They said it wasnt meant to be, that's what they would tell him. But he didnt believe them. He never would. He had loved her. Loved her more than anything, his own life included...
***
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
***
He still stood above her grave. He wasnt supposed to be there, it was after cemetary hours. But he'd snuck, just like he'd done for the last two months. He had to be there, had to be near her. He crouched down next to her grave, tears still streaming down his face.
"Gracie... my love... I will stay here forever... just to be with you... I promise." he said. He laid a long stemed red rose across her grave. "I know you will stay forever in my heart... and that you love me... even in death... out lgoesgoes on... it never died Gracie." he said softly.
***
Some say I'm crazy for my love, Oh my love
But no bonds can hold me from your side, Oh my love
They don't know you can't leave me
They don't hear you singing to me
***
He'd sneak out just before dawn, and go home. And on occassion someone would be waiting there for him. Sometimes Viggo, other times it was Johnny or Elijah. They would tell him he needed to get it together, and take care of himself. But he would just brush past them, and go inside his house, shutting and locking the door behind him. Shutting them out, shutting out the world, the harsh reality that was now his life.
And this day was no different from the day before. He sighed heavily seeing Elijah leaning against his car, waiting for him. He pulled up and turned the car off, and headed straight for the house, not even aknowledging Elijah.
"Well good morning to you too!" Elijah said.
Orlando grunted something incoherent at him. Elijah paid it no mind, and continued on behind him.
"Talk to me Orlando... tell me what your thinking... Cause we're all begining to think youre crazy... crazy for a love that died, killed it's self two months ago." he said.
Orlando spun and came face to face with the younger man. "Gracie is not an It! She was the love of my life. she was MY LOVE!" he said harshly.
He unlocked the door and walked in, slamming it in Elijah's face. He locked it behind him and headed down the hall towards the bedroom, past the bathroom, that he never used anymore. Instead he would go down to the basement, which was set up as a game room and use that bathroom. He flopped down on the bed. He looked at the picture of Gracie on the bedstand next to the bed. He picked it up and spoke to her.
"They all think I'm crazy Gracie... but I'm not... I love you, and no matter what they say or try to do will ever keep me from loving you. You're my love... they cant know that you can never leave me... you cant... they dont hear your beautiful voice singing to me... they cant..."
***
I will stay forever here with you
My love
The softly spoken words you gave me
Even in death our love goes on
***
His eyes slowly drifted closed, as his thoughts turned more to her. He still hugged the framed photo in his hands. He silently prayed that God would grant him his only wish, to never wake from his sleo heo he could be with her.
'I'll stay here with you forever Love, I promise you always and forever... I'll never leave your side.'
He smiled. Her voice was so angelic, so beautiful. He reached for her, but never seemed to be able to touch her.
'Gracie... my love... I'll stay with you forever... my love, our love never died... take me home with you... or let me bring you home with me... please Gracie...'
But like always he woke from his dreams of her, to face the harsh reality, that she was gone. But his love for her lived on and on. And it was then that he made up his mind... he was gonna be with her.
***
And I can't love you, anymore than I do
***
He slowly rose from the bed, the lump in his throat made it hard to breathe. He had to be with her, had to hold her, and touch her. He had to love her. He slowly opened the door to the bathroom... the forbidden bathroom. He stood looking at the floor, and in his mind he could still see her fragile body lying on the floor, dead. A muffled sob escaped his throat, and tears flodded his cheeks. He looked up into the mirror as he crossed over the floor to stand in front of it. He looked himself over, but he no longer recognised the man in the mirror... it want him anymore... just a reflection of who he used to be. He slowly raised his fist and slammed it into the mirror, shattering it into a bunch of ragged, and jagged pieces. Most fell into the sink, and onto the counter. He reached foreward and pulled a large piece that hung in the frame that the whole mirror used to sit in. He pulled it towards him. He looked up towards the cieling, in much the dame way his Love had done.
"I couldnt love you more than I already do Gracie... I'm coming to you..." he said through his tears in a whisper.
And with in moments, his body was pouring Crimson Regret...
THE END