Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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You Always Hurt The
One You Love
A one-shot request for the darling Ex&Oh, because she asked me to and because I love writing.
Just putting it out there, if people have requests for one-shot's send them my way, I'd be happy to
do them! As always, if you read please review!
You Always Hurt The One You Love
You always hurt the one you love
the one you shouldn't hurt at
You always take the sweetest
and crush it 'til the petals fall.
She knew in her heart of hearts that she loved him and that she wouldn't trade their years together
for anything in the world; so if she loved him so much then why had she been crouched down in their
kitchen surrounded by broken glass and scattered roses? No, he hadn't done the breaking of the vase
but he had provided the ammunition that she needed to throw the vase that contained the beautiful
dozen red roses across the kitchen, making it shatter into more than a dozen pieces.
“I don't understand why you're getting so bent out of shape over this!” He screamed,
throwing his hands up in the air as he moved around the kitchen.
“Why wouldn't I get bent out of shape Matt?” The petite brunette asked, raking a hand
through her hair. “You know how I feel about that woman and you invited her into our
home! Especially after the way she treated you!”
“She's Michelle's twin, what am I supposed to do?” He shot back.
“Not invite her!” She screamed, getting up and standing in front of him, her hands
planted firmly on her hips.
“Michelle is one of our best friends fianc?, and Michelle and said best friend will be at
our house this weekend for the holiday, do I tell her to leave her sister at home and spend a
Thanksgiving alone?” He questioned.
“She's your ex-girlfriend Matthew!” She screamed. “I don't want her in this
house; in our house!”
“You're impossibly thick headed Ashley!” He sighed.
“And you're an insensitive asshole!” She shot back, picking up the vase of
beautifully arranged red roses he had brought home for her and throwing them across the kitchen;
watching with a cold stare as they landed at the base of the cabinets and shattered into dozens of
Matt never said a word, only pushed past her and stormed out of the kitchen. Ashley
listened as he stomped up to their bedroom and then back down a minute later; when the front door
slammed shut and the sound of his car engine had drifted away she allowed herself to break down,
sliding onto the floor into a puddle of tears.
Ashley sat quietly on the couch, her legs crossed underneath her as she dialed Matt's cell for the
tenth time in a row, and as she predicted she received no answer. A loud sob escaped her lips as she
started to wonder what her life would be like without him, and she realized that she couldn't stand
to lose the man she intended to spend the rest of her life with over a stupid argument regarding his
ex-girlfriend from years past.
You always break the kindest heart
with a hasty word you can't
So if I broke your heart last
it's because I love you most of all.
Hours passed before Matt finally walked through the front door of the house he and Ashley had turned
into a home. When he came into the living room he found his hazel eyed girlfriend asleep on the
couch, her black framed glasses were still on and her face and her brown hair was piled into a messy
bun on top of her head. Her thin lips were parted slightly and she had one arm across her stomach
while the other rested under her head. Matt smiled at the angelic sight before him before his eyes
caught sight of a photo album that was on the coffee table and still open. He picked it up and his
smile slowly faded as he saw the photo she had left the book open to; it was him and Ashley on the
beach. She was on his back with her arms wrapped around his neck, both of them grinning from ear to
ear. He felt guilt rear its ugly head in his direction in that moment, and as he placed the photo
album back on the coffee table, he bent down to carefully pick up the sleeping girl in front of him
and carry her upstairs to their bedroom.
He was halfway up the stairs when she began to stir in his arms, and when she realized he was
holding her she let her arms find their way around his neck and hold onto him for dear life.
“I didn't think you were coming home.” She whispered.
“Why wouldn't I come home baby?” He asked, moving the loose strands of hair from in
front of her eyes and placing a kiss on her forehead.
“You walked out,” She said quietly. “You've never walked out before.”
“And I never plan on walking out again.” He said, sadness creeping into his voice.
“I'm sorry I called you an…” She trailed off, trying to find the word she had
used earlier. “What did I even call you?”
“An asshole?” He questioned.
“Whatever it was, I'm sorry.” She said, pulling him down with her onto the plush
comforter of their bed.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” He said, wrapping his arms around her as she rested
her head on his broad chest. “I'm the one that has a hell of a lot to be sorry for.”
“Matt, it's okay; I understand.”
He sighed and ran his thumb along her jaw before leaning down to press his lips to hers in a sweet
kiss. As he pulled away he smiled, his hazel-green eyes glistening from the light of the moon that
was flooding in through their open curtains.
“You shouldn't have to feel uncomfortable because of something I did, ever.” He said, a
light sigh escaping his lips.
She looked up at him and took his face in her small hands, gently bringing his face closer to hers
before their lips collided. She held him there, letting their lips meld together as their tongues
danced a beautiful waltz. As she pulled away she pressed her forehead to his, allowing their noses
to touch and their eyes to see nothing but each other.
“I love you Matt, and if that means making sacrifices every so often then so be it,” She
said. “I'd do anything in the world for you.”
“But I know how you feel about Val.” He said.
“I know you do,” She smiled. “But I also know that you're more important than
“So what are you trying to say?” He chuckled.
“I'm saying that she's a person
who at the end of the night is going to walk out the front door and go home,” She let her hand
graze his cheek before continuing. “And while she leaves, I'm the one who gets to go to bed
with you, and snuggle with you.”
“God I love you so much!” He smiled, before kissing her so deeply she thought that her
heart was going to grow legs and jump straight from her chest.
“I love you too,” She smiled, kissing him once more. “Sometimes more than I think
anyone can understand.”
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