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Can You Stake My Heart	By : poe Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She visited her parent's gravesite everyday. She didn't know why she felt so guilty about their deaths, she knew it hadn't been her fault. But the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there had to have been something that she could have done to prevent it from happening. But there wasn't. She knew that too. She just didn't want to give up on them. She thought it would be disrepectful, unfair, to just let it go. She had to know who.
She tugged her homemade scarf up close around her neck as she blankly stared down at the two grave markers. The rainy fall that had seen the funeral had given way to a cold, dry winter, and it only served to increase the ache inside her chest when she saw the trees stripped bare of leaves, the cemetary desolate and covered in snow. She ran a gloved hand over her mother's tombstone, wiping the snow from it, clearing it off to read it, and then did the same for her father's, caressing the engraved letters with each finger. She closed her eyes, clutching the bouquet of roses that she had brought with her to her chest, and kissed them gently before putting them on the ground. She feared her heart would never rest until she found their killer.
She walked out of the cemetery, pausing, like she did every day, at its large wrought iron gates. She hadn't forgotten about that man. The more she walked through the gates, the more she was sure that she had seen him that day. Perhaps another reason for her vigilance with visiting had to do with him. She had always hoped to run into him again. She didn't know why she would think it, but she felt like she had seen something in his eyes.....pain, maybe similar to hers. But more importantly, answers. She felt like he had answers for her. She just wasn't sure of the questions. She carried on her way, walking down the street to a little coffee shop she frequented. She ordered a hot chocolate, and sat down in a chair by the window, staring out at the recently fallen snow.
Look.
"Huh?" Versailles came out of her trance and hearing the door chime, looked up at the entryway to see who was there.
It was him.
She sat frozen in her seat, unsure of what to do next. Should I go talk to him? No, he probably doesn't even know who I am.....he won't remember that, if it even happened. But seeing him standing at the counter ordering a drink, he had to be real. It was him. She knew it.
As she sat there gawking at him, he suddenly turned around, his gaze landing purposefully on hers. Like he knew she had been there the whole time. You're sitting by the window, of course he knew you were here! He must have walked right past you!
She sat there dumbly, her eyes not moving from his. They were the most clear green she had ever seen. She was intoxicated by their colour, drinking in the details of his lashes and the way he seemed to blink in slow motion.....
"Hello there."
She started, not realizing that the whole time she had been staring, he had been walking towards her, and was now occupying the seat across from her.
"What.....how did you....you were just...."
He ignored her half-finished questions and continued on his own."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Is this seat taken?"
She shook her head no, feeling like it wouldn't have mattered if she had said it was.
"I feel like I've seen you somewhere......."He drew his forefinger to his lips, which were pursed in thought. "Wait. Didn't I see you at the cemetery? A long time ago....maybe a few months...you were driving by in the back of a black sedan, yes?"
Her jaw dropped. "Yes! Yes, I knew that was you! I knew it!" She said almost to herself. She held out her hand in introduction. "I'm Versailles."
He took her hand firmly in his own, and she was surprised by how cold his touch was. But she didn't shy away. "My name is Gerard. It's nice to meet you Verailles." He dropped her hand delicately, and took a drink from his cup. "So, do you go to the cemetery often?" She couldn't decide if he had meant it as a joke or not, but she thought not.
She wrapped her hands around her coffee mug, and lowered her eyes. "Every day."
If she would have looked up, she would have seen him skillfully arch an eyebrow, a careful act at being unaware of a fact. "Really. That is a.......curious hobby. May I ask why?" he said quietly, his voice a soothing tenor.
She didn't really want to tell him why just yet. She didn't even know him at all, and it was still to fresh to not cause her pain. But for some reason, she found herself speaking unwittingly, telling him exactly why she went to the cemetery every day. "My parents died a few weeks ago. I go everyday to visit them."
For a long moment the only sound was the till at the counter and the dull hum of the other patrons conversations. Finally Gerard spoke. "I'm sorry. My parents died too. I didn't know my mother, she died when I was born. My father....well, I never knew him either. He died before my mother."
Versailles raised her eyes to his, her vision blurred with tears. She could see in her mind a woman lying on the floor, blood pooled all around her, a small, pale baby in her arms. The baby was crying and screaming for her to rock it, but she didn't move. At least I knew my parents.....
He reached an hand across the table, gently grabbing her forearm, his other hand carefully wiping away a tear that had fallen down her cheek. "Hey, it's okay. Don't cry, not here. Let's go somewhere else, huh?"
She nodded silently and let him lead her out of the coffee shop and out into the brisk winter air. It was good to feel the cool breeze on her hot, tear-streaked face. She sniffed a few times, her tears finally subsiding. She looked up at him apologetically.
"I'm sorry....I didn't mean to break down like that...." She sniffled again.
"Don't be. You shouldn't be ashamed of your emotions. They let you know that you're still human, still alive." His quiet voice seemed powerful somehow, carrying throught the air, as if there was no other sound in the street.
"Sometimes I wish I wasn't," she replied quietly. He stopped and grabbed her by the arms, holding her firmly at arms length.
His eyes were fierce and full of fire, and his stare never wavered for a second. "Don't ever say that. Bad things happen. You can't change that. But everything happens for a reason. Don't ever think that you won't be able to get through this. You're stronger than that, I know it."
She raised an eyebrow at him, not quite sure what to make of him yet. She could feel his hands on her arms, cold through even the fabric of her black velvet coat. She didn't know why, but he seemed so familiar, so friendly. She felt like she had known him forever. Maybe that's why she felt compelled to tell him about her parents. He exuded such a comforting aura, she couldn't not tell him. And he talked like he knew her already. She looked at him closely, noticing for the first time that he was again wearing all black. Pants, shirt and coat, not to mention his hair. And he was actually quite attractive. She turned away from him, pretending to look in a shop window they had stopped by. How can you be thinking about him like that right now?
Trying to change the subject, she asked him about himself. "So Gerard, what do you do?" Upon receiving no answer she turned around to be greeted by a deserted sidewalk. Not deserted. People she could have sworn hadn't been there while she was walking with Gerard now lined the streets, walking up and down and in and out of shops. But Gerard was no where to be found.
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