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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| namenlos | July 14, 2011, 10:15 pm Post #856 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Lawyer? Oh no, is it a divorce?
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| tuesday's gone | July 15, 2011, 3:53 am Post #857 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I like the fact that their respective POVs are separated in two chapters. It emphasizes the fact that they actually feel the same and are going through similar personal hell because the other one is not there to share the burden and offer a hand. By being deprived of each other, they will realize that it is impossible to live that way and that will give them the strength to fight for what they have and leave their past be past. It is difficult. It takes time, it takes sacrifice, the bearing of the core, the opening of every hidden, sealed closet of their soul. To cross the road from hell to heaven, they must pass through purgatory. And I hope it will soon be over for them both. Next update please
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| 4everJamie | July 15, 2011, 6:02 am Post #858 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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No, that´s not the end! NO! ![]() No way! That can´t be her decision! It must be a misunderstanding! Go James talk to her...please! ![]() |
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| Izzy | July 15, 2011, 8:16 am Post #859 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Oh no, It looks like a divorce. I hope this is a misunderstanding, because this can't be the end of their marriage...
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| Olyamet | July 15, 2011, 9:44 am Post #860 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls!!! Here is a short one! (Angel's POV) An annoying ringing repeated, waking me up, and I tried my best to ignore it, pushing my pillow over my ear. Go away... leave me alone... It didn't stop, resonating in my heavy head as it continued, demanding my attention until I finally gave up, grabbing at the plastic and growling at whoever was on the other line. “What?” “Angel, it's Lars.” I sat up on the bed, feeling my heart jumping into my chest. “Is James okay?” “I don't think so... he asked me to keep it quiet... he didn't want anyone to know...but... I'm worried...” “What's wrong?” “I brought him home a few minutes ago... and he... he's sounded and looked like a focking shadow... worse than he was before all this focking rehab... he said he wanted to be alone... I tried and... I think you should come here.” “I'm on my way.” I jumped off the bed, pulling my clothes on in a frantic movement, trying to calm my shaking hands. ----- The flight took what seemed to be a lifetime. I couldn't sit still, I couldn't stop my heart jumping in my chest, and I couldn't stop my racing thoughts. Does he need me or not? He asked Lars to keep it quiet... he didn't call me... I wanted to be there by him, but what if he didn't want me... no... don't think that... you can't think that... he did call Lars... he knew Lars would tell me... didn't he? He could've called a cab... he could've hidden it from everyone... he didn't... he called Lars... Even before we landed, I saw the small figure of my friend pacing by his car, which was parked on the air field. I almost ran down the stairs of the jet and stopped, looking at Lars' worried face. “Did he call? Does he know that I'm here?” “No.” “Lars... I... I'm not sure he wants to see me...” “Angel, there is nothing in this world that would make James not want to see you.” “I'm not sure about that... if fact... I'm not sure about anything right now...” “You... you're not planning on ending this, are you?” “I.. no... I just... I'm so damn scared... you have no idea how scared I am... I just feel like... I don't know how to explain it... my mind is so scrambled right now...” “Why are you afraid? I don't understand...” “I'm afraid that they changed him too much... you know... that it's not my James in there... that...” I took a deep breath and looked back at Lars. “I feel like I had this guitar that I loved so much... it sung perfectly, it was in synced with my heart... it was a part of me, it was always with me, always here... then, it got broken... almost irreparable... but I couldn't bare to part with it... then someone said they could fix it... and they did. They rebuilt all the broken parts, replaced them, they repainted it, changed the strings and all the hardware... and here it is... back from the shop, laying in the box, looking new... it looks like my guitar... but when I look closer I don't see all those little notches, scratches and chips which made it mine... it's all gone... and I'm afraid to play it... afraid to hear it... afraid that it doesn't remember me... afraid that it was changed too much...” “The only way to know is to run you fingers on the strings and hear it talk...” “I know... but what if it sounds all wrong?” “Then you'll accept the changes, tune it up... and make it yours ones again...” |
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| tuesday's gone | July 15, 2011, 10:09 am Post #861 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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OH GOD I LOVE THIS PART!!! LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT The guitar metaphor is sooooooooooo right in soooooo many ways!!!! What could better represent James than his instrument? What could better represent what he means to her, than a musical instrument, music being her second passion in life? And her explanation is so beautifully painted in that guitar. Ah, even Lars was poetic and to the point by his answer to her doubts, continuing the metaphor and giving her the only possible and reasonable piece of advice. Beautiful!!!!!
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| Harvester of Sorrow | July 15, 2011, 4:25 pm Post #862 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Bo has pointed that out but I must do too. It has to be emphasized. The guitar metaphor is incredibly beautiful and explains the situation in a perfect way, fitting into themselves, since they are both guitarists. "but when I look closer I don't see all those little notches, scratches and chips which made it mine" GOD. FUCKING GOD. More please.
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| 4everJamie | July 16, 2011, 6:06 am Post #863 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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“You... you're not planning on ending this, are you?” “I.. no... ![]() Aww...Lars is such a good friend! For the rest of this chapter I don´t have words...just... beautiful!! ![]() Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Lenne13 | July 16, 2011, 7:50 pm Post #864 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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“Then you'll accept the changes, tune it up... and make it yours ones again...” (Beautiful... )Oh Olya...... I only want know how gonna be when Angel meet James... Thans for the update!!!
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| Olyamet | July 19, 2011, 2:41 pm Post #865 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! I love you all! Thank you for reading and for taking time to leave a comment, greatly appreciate it! Now, as I said, this fiction is come to the end. This is the last update before the Epilogue and THE END words. Enjoy it! (James' POV) I spend all day in front of the TV, not watching, just staring at the screen. News... more news... people with their own problems, with their own pain... all oblivious to what I felt... what I didn't feel... deadly cold inside... an empty living shell made up from pieces, an unstable structure made up from playing cards, ready to fall at the smallest wind... and I had to make it stand without a core... just a shell that must go on, that will scream in pain, deep inside where no one can hear it... no one can know... I have to let her go... I have to set her free... and she doesn't need to know that it's killing me... she can't know it... I wouldn't let her know it... When it finally got dark outside I dragged myself into the shower, trying to wash off my pain. Cold pins of the water streams hit my skin, trying to extinguish the burial fire inside of me. The smoke rose from the depths of my shell, bringing tears to my dry eyes, suffocating me. My chest pushed out the sob of a dyeing beast and I slid down on the wet tiles, dropping onto the floor of the shower. I will let her go... I have to make her believe that I'm okay... I have to make her believe that... My body shook with unstoppable sobs and I covered my face with my hands, letting all that was building inside out. Naked... broken... beat and scarred... an empty burned out shell... Through the tears I saw the shower door slowly opening, and mirage of my Angel stepped in, her sigh resonating around me, and I froze, afraid to move, afraid to chase her image off and see the reality. She dropped on her knees in front of me and I felt her hands gliding on my face. The warmth of her skin scrambled my mind. Could it be... real? No... she's miles away... she doesn't know that I'm home... it's just make believe... I'm going crazy and my mind makes it seem like a reality... reality I want. Her green eyes gazed into mine, stopping my thoughts, her lips moved, blowing a whisper over my wet skin. “It's over... you're home... you're not alone. I'm here... don't be afraid... they didn't take anything from you, it's all here.” Her hand touched my chest, sending an electrical charge to my heart, and it answered with a weak beat. “The essence of you, you haven't lost it, you just washed off all the dirt that collected over the years on the road. That's all that's missing, nothing else. You're who you are, and no one can ever take this away from you... I know you feel exposed, lost and scared right now... but I'm here... I'm with you... I won't let you fall... you can brace on me, until you feel strong again... I'll hold you... I'm here for you... and I'm not going anywhere... I love you...” Her words washed over me, rendering the pain, solidifying my shell and filling it with love. I breathed in, choking on my tears, and her hands dried them off. Her lips healed the wounds, closed all that was exposed, covering me in a protective veil. This is what I want... not real... Angels' eyes surrounded me with love, pulled me out of darkness, and back to life, and I clung to her lips like it was the Holy Grail of life. My heart sped up, beating stronger, pumping blood through the dried out vessels, filling them with warmth. My shriveled insides came to life, expanding, hardening, and my lungs breathed in the new beginning. I pulled away from the kiss, gripping at her body. I could feel her wet, cold clothing, wet hair... I could feel it... it was real... she's here... she's here! “Angel...” “I'm here James... I'm here with you.” Her words lit the darkness around me, pushing the ground back under my feet, and I pressed her to me, kissing her face. “It's really you... You're here... it's not a dream?” “I'm here... I'm with you, forever...” We just stood there on our knees under the cold streams of the shower, our shaking bodies clinging to each other, arms holding each other. She rocked me slightly, whispering 'you're not alone... it's over... I'm here...' until life returned to by body completely, until I felt alive again, until I believed that it was over... until I whispered back. “I'm back... I'm home... I love you... ” “I love you too...” She turned the water off and helped me up, her hands wrapping a towel over my body as she led me to the bedroom. I felt her wet body shivering and clinging to mine and my arms wrapped around her, afraid to let go. She pulled the covers on the bed back and lowered herself by my side. Her hands moved on my chest and my head, her lips kissed the rest of the tears away. I pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around me. Her lips found mine and I drank her love, satisfying the thirst of a traveler who was lost in the desert. My heart expanded in my chest, beating stronger and faster. My hands tightened around her and I whispered into her skin. “Angel... thank you... thank you for taking me back... I know that I have to tell you more... and we need to get it all--” “Ssshhhhh.... no need for words... I read your letter...” “Angel, I...” “James... You opened up to me.. you didn't want me to make a decision based on another lie... you were ready to let me go if I chose to... you showed me the ultimate love, trust and respect. Now it's my turn.” “You need to know that I'm not... I had a little weak moment today... you need to know that I tried... I thought you were on tour and the letter was probably still at home... I called home... but Teresa said you already got it...” “Would you have asked her to get rid of it, if it was still there?” “I... I don't know... I truly don't know. That was the thought, a weak thought when I called... and my consciousness screamed at me that it was wrong and I had to let you read it...” “James... you're just a man... a man who felt alone, who was hurting... no one can judge you for a weak moment... I had one myself... I was so afraid coming here, I was afraid that you've changed... I was afraid to meet a stranger... and I have no idea what I would've done if you were... not you... if I hadn't felt your heart breaking inside of you... I saw you there and... I felt your love, your pain... I saw my James, the one who needs me, who still loves me...” “Nothing could ever change my love for you... I tried to be strong... but when I... when I found out about your decision... I died inside...” “My decision? But I never...” “Teresa said your lawyer was preparing some documents...” “James, I never even thought of... oh, God... and you thought that I... That wasn't why my lawyer was there! James, I told you. On the first visit to rehab I told you that my father's second wife had died, remember?” The long forgotten conversation floated up in my mind. “I remember something about that, she had no kids.... and left you two all her money and a letter...” “She felt guilty for taking our father away from us, she made me and Bruce her beneficiaries. Neither of us wanted that money and we decided to give it all to charity... Mister Thron found a respectable charity and prepared the documents for us to sign. I missed one signature and he had to catch me on the tour to finish it.” I sighed and pull her closer. How could I forget? Angel's eyes gazed into mine. “James... I wasn't going to give up on our love... I couldn't...” “I love you... I missed you so much...” “I missed you too...” She met my gaze and I sighed, reading no sight of pain or fear, just two green oceans filled with unbound love. And I jumped in, not afraid to drown, not afraid of anything. She's here, with me... forever... that's all I ever needed... Her arms pulled me closer as my lips traced over her skin, and I breathed in, burying my face into her hair. Her scent made me gasp, making my body tingle. The fireworks of small charges danced through me, painfully reminding me just how long it'd been. She answered with a light moan. “Oh... God... I missed you...” My body melted in her embrace, my hands pulled at her wet clothes, needing to feel her skin against mine. My lips returned to hers, our tongues playing together, sending me into the peak of bliss. Our bodies shivered and clung closer, hands intertwined, melting us together. She pulled away, trying to get rid of her shirt, pulling it off together with her bra in a hurry to come back into my arms. I sighed, feeling the warmth of her body on mine, craving more as I unbuttoned her jeans and she slid them off, returning to my side. I rolled her under me, unable to stop the desire to be as one, submerged in one another, interlocked, and she read my mind, pulling me into another tender kiss. Our bodies found each other and splashed together, our hearts beating in unison, speeding up with increasing unstoppable need. Our lips whispered, repeating each other's names, while our eyes held an invisible tie between us. Every kiss was answered with a moan and every move was met with a craving for more. The world ceased to exist, vanishing, pulling away, dismissed and diminished by our love. Our breathing became gasps, inhaling and exhaling palpable euphoria. The ecstasy of a complete merge tingled through our veins, building up at the core, pushing and expanding until it finally ruptured, immersing us in overwhelming pleasure. We lay in each other's arms, catching our breaths with wide smiles and intertwined bodies... together... I looked into my wife's eyes and read my thoughts. Nothing would break us apart, we survived the storm and now we're stronger that we've ever been. Two halves that were weak without each other, united as one. Together we're unbreakable. |
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| Lenne13 | July 19, 2011, 8:21 pm Post #866 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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What can I say??? My eyes filled with tears reading the first part ... He so alone, so vulnerable, so true ... What wonderful end, for a surrounding history ... I'm speechless, Olya ... I'm speechless ... |
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| 4everJamie | July 21, 2011, 3:44 am Post #867 |
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You really send my little heart on a emotionally roller coaster ride, here! Reading This:
Made me cry so much!! ![]() And at the end: We lay in each other's arms, catching our breaths with wide smiles and intertwined bodies. Together... I looked into my wife's eyes and read my thoughts. Nothing would break us apart, we survived the storm and now we're stronger that we've ever been. Two halves that were weak without each other, united as one. Together we're unbreakable. My heart just melted!!! ![]() Thank you for this story!
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| Harvester of Sorrow | July 21, 2011, 12:54 pm Post #868 |
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sjdhfjkdhvkkhdfkhgkrthvfjk I can't come up with something decent. God, you're great.
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| tuesday's gone | July 21, 2011, 4:26 pm Post #869 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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So, I took a few days to try and pick the best part, I reread it four times, I got back to it, thought about it, analyzed it. In the end, I'm not able to identify the best part of this chapter. Because it is so damn good from the first word through the last. I love the metaphors. He as an unstable structure of playing cards to stand for all the risks he took, all the failed bluffs to him, to her, to the world that left him a broken, empty shell. She appearing as an angel to breathe life back into him and the detailed description of his rebirth. Of their rebirth. Of the resurrection of their love and salvation of their marriage. All going on under the shower, clean water washing away the dirt of the past, the stains of doubts, the smell of fears and a new beginning in the end of the chapter with them united again both physically and spiritually, living the only life they can live - their life together. There are so many moods changing in this chapter, despair melting into hope melting into gratitude melting into acceptance melting into love melting into bliss... Each transposed so skillfully, beautifully, discretely. This, I will underline - "satisfying the thirst of a traveler who was lost in the desert". Simply wonderful! This story is a living example of how far you have come in your writing. It grew so much and it gradually won my heart making me stop bitching and just surrender to its beauty and it got to the point of this beautiful closing chapter that made my heart explode with emotions. So in the end, I can only quote Julia
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| namenlos | July 21, 2011, 11:34 pm Post #870 |
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*melt* There are no words... it's beauty and pain all melded into one...
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