You ran.
It was pointless to try and count how many times you took the easy way out and left someone in your dust, wondering and worrying. And every time, it was only one man. The man you kept running into and running away from. Your love nemesis, Ville Valo.
You sat in your car and ignored him running after you and shouting for you to stop.
You drove back to your rented home and sat on the terrace.
You were never the type that had hysteria fits, but everything just stood against you and swamped you.
You cried.
And sobbed.
And occasionally screamed.
Your hands were shaking and you hunched over, trembling from your sobs.
I guess everything you didn’t allow yourself to be a big deal came over you.
Every tear you held in at the funeral, every time Chris mentioned Emily, every time Ville kissed Susanna, every time you felt alone, scared or confused. Every mistake you made…
And the one thing that up to a few hours gave you hope you could be happy, was now turning out to be the biggest mistake you ever made.
You cuddled to a corner and held your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth, not able to stop crying or to get the image of Chris’ face when you’re forced to tell him.
Soon you heard the door open and Christian saying cheerfully. – Babe, I’m home. Oh, guess what? I found the loveliest little chapel and I think it’s the perfect place for our wedding! Where are you, babe? – He stopped after seeing you on the floor.
What’s the matter?
No answer.
Why are you crying, babe?
Still nothing.
My god, what’s wrong?! – He shook you slightly, but you could not move or say anything.
He tried getting you to react a few more minutes, but when he couldn’t, he really got worried. He called his parents over and called a doctor. The three of them were baffled, but the doctor gave you a sedative and they waited till you woke up.
When you finally did, you felt numb. Like you were empty and you didn’t know any of the faces looking down at you with concern and care.
You got it together and sat up, giving Chris a long hug.
When asked what that fit was all about, you just said you got very homesick and thought about your parents.
You stayed the night there and only had more bad memories.
*Dream Sequence*
You were reliving the time when Ville got conscious in the hospital.
You were there. For me. Like you always were. I knew you’d take care of me, I knew I could count on you..
You were the one who was holding my hand on the way down...
Whether you want it or not, my life is now yours. I live under the grace of your love and my heart only beats around you. Everywhere else…I’m just slowly dying…
If I don’t get some love from this one, all I’m gonna have is heart failure…
I swear, there was a light around you while you were seeing me down me hallway…
As long as you’re here, I have a reason to cross over…
We might not have all the time I’d think we would…
If you give up on me, I won’t survive!
And then in the tent.
Telling you this was the hardest thing I ever had to do…I know there are incredible things destined for you and I can only pray you’ll still let me be a part of your life and forgive me. I am so selfish for saying this, but I’ve done worse things tonight. I just don’t want you to kick me out of your life…
I don’t think my life is worth anything without you. You’ve made me the man I am today. You’re the reason I see sense in living and working and trying…
*End of dream sequence*
You woke up in your bed, sweating and moaning.
Chris was stroking your hair and shushing you. You looked up at him and caressed his face.
Why are you crying? – You asked.
Babe…I have to tell you something.
What is it? – He took your hand and squeezed it.
You had a miscarriage. – He stopped and waited for any reaction from you.
A miscarriage?
The doctor said that it was from the stress. But you’ll be fine, she said that you could get pregnant again in a few months if you decided to try again. But no pressure from me. – He placed his hand on your forehead, still waiting fro you to say something.
But the reaction never came. You just swallowed thickly and asked if you could be alone.
He bent to kiss you, but stopped and just went for the door. Before stepping outside, he turned and you could swear you saw a tear in his eye.
Your mind was a blank and you just wanted to get back home.
*3rd Person’s POV*
When Christian came out, his dad was sitting close to the room, with a cup of coffee for him. He sat next to him and picked up the cup. He switched it from hand to hand, looking at his shoes.
How is she?
Still not saying anything. I know the doctors said she seems fine, I feel strange. Afraid. I know she’s hurting… Why doesn’t she want to talk to me about it?!
She probably needs some time, son. And you? How are you doing?
Dad… I’ve always been positive and kept hoping. I had Tarja and she was always there for me. But now… I feel alone. Depressed. For the first time, I can’t imagine how tomorrow can be better.
Oh, son…
I have to be strong for her. I just don’t know how much more I can take… - He ran his fingers through his hair, getting up and disappearing in the halls.
