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You Gotta Feel Something; Lars/OFC. 1982-1984
Topic Started: September 26, 2011, 8:46 pm (2,923 Views)
Twilight_Tear
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Bad Seed
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Wooh I just found your fic and it's amazing :O
Hope you'll continue soon :nanner:
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MasterOfPuppets
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♉ Love that little man always on my mind ♑
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Twilight_Tear
February 24, 2012, 8:37 am
Wooh I just found your fic and it's amazing :O
Hope you'll continue soon :nanner:
I hope the same too! :lol:
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Verde Manzanita
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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Oh God, you just need to continue the story!

Pleeeeeeaaaaseeeee :blink:
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MasterOfPuppets
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Verde Manzanita
June 12, 2012, 5:34 pm
Oh God, you just need to continue the story!

Pleeeeeeaaaaseeeee :blink:
Oh fuck!

I think the same!

I love this!!! :heart: :heart:



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disposable_hero
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So I did a thing and disappeared for a long time but now I'm back to finish my inactive fics.

Whoops.

- - - -

There was a loud bang, like a door bursting open, and I shot up in bed, breathing heavily. There were voices, shouting and laughing. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I found that I was not in my apartment, but in Lars' bedroom at the Metallimansion.

I had to be dreaming.

I bent my head to the side and my neck cracked loudly, making me flinch. When I moved, something shifted next to me. The pile of postcards triggered my memory.

I wasn't dreaming, this was real.

"Fuck." As I rolled off of the bed, I immediately contemplated hiding. Lars was going to find me standing in the middle of his room, face red with tears long gone standing on a floor covered in his postcards.

Would he be shocked?

Would he be upset?

Would he be angry?

A voice in my head scolded me at the thought, and then instructed me to pick up one of the postcards on the floor. Like an obedient child, I bent down and picked one up. It had a caricature of a man on it, maybe a police officer, with the word "ZURICH" stamped across his red hat.

Dec. 1st

Switzerland rules. It'd be better if you were here, though. I sound like a whiny kid, but I can't help it. I am a whiny kid. I come home in 20 days. My birthday's in 25 days, but I'm sure you remembered that. Coming home to find you there would be the best birthday gift. A reply to my postcards or a phone call would be a little better, but not by much.

I miss you,
Lars


Tears flowed once more and I sunk to the floor, my back to the bed. I picked up another postcard, dated the sixteenth of December. It had an ugly picture of a cruise ship on it and it was adorned with the word 'Helsinki' in cursive.

Let's talk about how cold it is here: very cold. Worse than home (Denmark). Sorry this is short, but we're about to go on and I'm drunk. I want to come home (California) where it's warm. I want you to be there when I get back.

Please,
Lars


The 'please' at the end of the postcard ripped my heart out. I could imagine Lars scribbling his words onto the postcard, getting more and more bummed with each word. I could imagine him taking another drink because he was bummed and playing a shitty show (by his standards, not mine) because he was bummed and drunk.

I was reaching for another postcard when the bedroom door creaked open.

I didn't look up; I couldn't look up, but I heard bags drop to the ground with a thump and I heard Lars say, "Zelda? Did you...did you just get back?" He settled onto his knees, crushing his own postcards beneath them, and scooted closer to me. "Zelda?"

I made eye contact with Lars only to look away again. The sad look in his eyes killed me. I was a terrible person to have hurt him like I did, but he still expected me to come back. He wanted me back. But I couldn't even look at him. He deserved my eye contact, my acknowledgment, if anything at all.

"You read my postcards? Is that why you're crying?" It was only when he reached up and touched my face that I realized I was in tears. "Talk to me."

"I left you a note," I replied, my voice small and insignificant. "But it fell under the dresser."

In silence, Lars rose from the floor and made his way to his dresser, where I'd placed the note in its original home. He took a few seconds to skim over it. It fell from his grip and fluttered to the floor and he turned toward me again. "I never saw it. I'm sorry."

My voice trembled. "I'm the one who's sorry. I left. I should've been with you in Europe."

Lars let out a sad laugh and returned to his original position, kneeling in front of me. "We're going back in February to record a new album. You can be with me in Europe then. Soon."

"I should've been there before. But I wasn't. I left, Lars. I left and you still want me back. You should hate me."

"But you came back. You're here. You're here and I love you and I won't let you leave again. At least, not without a fight." His hands cupped the sides of my face and he tilted my head upward so he could look at me. "Do you understand me?"

I narrowed my eyes. "You sound like an adult."

"Aaaand, she's back." Lars smirked, the upturning of his lips softening his face. He leaned forward and kissed me. He pulled away before I could react, though, and continued speaking, "I don't care that you didn't come with me. I only care that you're back. I only care that we're together, okay?"

"Okay, Lars. Alright."

I felt like a child.
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jØrdan
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I just read the last update, meaning I skipped all the other ones. :huh: LOL

I'm intrigued. It was good. :love I don't really know what's going on, but I gotta know from the beginning. ;_; a;lskdj
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Verde Manzanita
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Oh God, I thought I would never see this, an update! Thanks girl!

I love this story soooo much! :heart:
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