Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold
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What If I Can't
We had ended our relationship six weeks ago. Forty-two days ago, my heart stopped beating. The vital
organ refused to work and fell out of my chest to the ground, where everyone who walked by went out
of their way to stomp on it. Unlike cracks in the sidewalk, a broken heart is an easy target for
onlookers, superstitious or not.
When Larry said that he was throwing a party, I didn't think that she would be invited.
Apparently, he didn't get the memo that read “Matt's newly
single...” Brian had attempted to set me up with his girlfriend's sister,
but it's not like I was walking around with a sign on my forehead that screamed
“Lonely and heart-broken, apply within.” Val was nice and all, but
I was emotionally crippled because of the girl who had my heart for over four years walked out my
front door in tears.
And furthermore, I assumed if by the slim chance she had received an invitation, she wouldn't show
up. I was a fucking wreck, to put it bluntly. I somehow managed to shrug into a suit that was buried
in my closet and climb into my car to drive the swanky hotel Jacobson chose for his party's venue in
As I pulled up to the front doors of the Four Seasons hotel, a valet flagged me down. I stepped out
of the car after I switched off the ignition, handing my set of keys to the guy in the green vest.
“You can have the money in the center console as a tip. I think there's like fifteen
bucks,” I told him, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my pants.
I could tell he was genuinely happy as I walked away from him, entering the lobby of the place and
searching for someone to help me locate the rest of the partygoers.
The concierge greeted me, asking if I was to be in attendance of the “Jacobson Soiree”.
I laughed at the name, the sound so foreign as it spilled from my mouth. I hadn't really showed any
emotion, let alone laugh aloud. I nodded, letting her lead the way through the grand hall and up the
extravagant staircase, where we continued down a hallway until we reached a large ballroom filled
with familiar faces.
Brian waved me over to the bar, holding up the shot he had reserved for me.
“It's good to see you out and about! We were all starting to worry about you,” he
admitted, placing the Jack Daniels in front of me.
“It's good to be out in the world, I guess,” I sighed, downing the whiskey and gulping
at the immediate warmth in my stomach. I shook the shot glass at the bartender, wanting another one.
“Hey look Zack, it's Shadows!” Jimmy announced, his hand slapping on my shoulder as he
stood beside me.
“Where have ya been, dude?” Zack inquired as they all stood around me, Johnny appearing
shortly after I turned around to face them all.
“You've been invisible Matt,” Johnny stated, the rest of the guys nodding in agreement.
“I know…” My words stopped when my eyes scanned over the crowd, and I started to
“Larry basically had this party so you would come out of your fucking house and stop being a
hermit,” Jimmy informed me, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Can you just leave me alone?” I grumbled, leaving our huddle to go stand by the door to
the balcony overlooking the lit-up view of Beverly Hills. The different lights accompanied the
sounds of the city, giving background noise to the overall boring and uneventful guests.
I slumped against the large marble pillar, watching people still entering the shrinking room. I
stared at the crystal chandelier, the shapes hanging from the light source creating a rainbow of
colors in the otherwise dreary and under decorated room. After a short blink, my eyes settled on my
ex-girlfriend who had just emerged into the room.
It was a black tie affair, and she was wearing red. Time seemed to slow down as I focused my entire
existence on her, knowing that just seeing her again would make my heart swell with pain.
Her dark brown hair cascaded in soft ringlets around her face, the ends hanging just below the nape
of her neck. When she turned her head, her hazel eyes sparkled in the light of the room. Her eyes
weren't hiding behind her thick-framed glasses that she despised more than her poor vision. The thin
lips of hers I had been dying to kiss again for weeks were painted red to match her dress, and when
her lips curled up toward the ceiling, she showed that not even the most eye-catching lip stain
could out shine her smile.
The floor-length crimson dress clung to her hips, the neckline swooping to reveal a tasteful amount
of cleavage; something she didn't have a hard time doing. The material of the gown sashayed when she
walked, bunching a handful of the dress up so she wouldn't trip on the train.
As she neared where I was standing, I ducked out of sight, slipping through the doorway and standing
next to the stone railing of the balcony. Everything came rushing back to me in a instance, my
stomach twisting in knots as I gripped the rail, staring out at the cityscape laid out in front of
I nearly doubled over when the thought of all her things still at my house. Everything she left was
scattered throughout, some things I had thrown and some remnants of her own accord. She was known
for falling asleep without letting her hair down. I still found bobby pins on the bed, as well as
some beside the toe-kick below the bathroom sink, and fallen ones stuck in the loose threads of the
carpet. My favorite t-shirt she always wore was still balled up in the corner of our old bedroom,
her favorite pair of high heels next to the door.
She hadn't really taken anything of hers when she left except the clothes on her back and her purse.
Everything else was left to be a constant reminder of her, haunting my mind like a bad memory.
I glanced over my shoulder, noticing that the other people who were once on the balcony had
retreated inside. I couldn't help but wonder until I saw a flash of lightning across the sky,
followed by a low rumble of thunder. The rain started its torrential downpour, the droplets hitting
the ground with such ferocity that the pat-pat-pat sounded louder than the thunder.
I was trying to return inside, only to stop in my tracks when Ashley stood in front of me. She took
a step towards me, my natural instinct automatically telling me to hold my ground. With another step
closer to me, she joined me in the rain.
“You broke me,” I murmured, the pouring rain starting to let up if only by a little.
She shook her head, “No Matty, I broke us. I'm a heartless bitch who doesn't deserve a
guy like you.”
Her bottom lip began to quiver, and she used the back of her hand to rub any escaping tears away.
It's not like I could tell the difference between the rain and her tears.
“Ash, you're not a heartless bitch… And you deserve way better than me.”
“That's not true!” She sobbed, placing her hands against my chest, “Matt, I don't
know what I was thinking when I said we needed to see other people.”
I shrunk away from her touch, turning to face the skyline. She moved to stand in front of me,
grabbing my hands in her smaller ones. Her thin fingers slipped between mine.
“I've been miserable every day since I left. Matt, I need you,” she breathed, leaning up
to press her lips against mine.
Our kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, our lips lingering a centimeter apart so we could
catch our breath.
“You're my everything Ashley, I can't go another day without you,” I spoke, brushing her
drenched bangs away from her eyes. I placed a solid kiss on her forehead, wrapping her in my arms in
an embrace that if it lasted forever, I would be okay with it.
Just like that, my heart started to beat again.
This is what happens when you leave me with a laptop and tell me I have no bed time. Inspiration for
this little piece stemmed from two Pierce the Veil songs: “Caraphernelia” and
“Bulletproof Love”. I just adore the lyrics that band writes!
So, please read and review! Reviews are the reasons I love writing more one-shots!
Oh, also be on the lookout for an update to Tell Me Darling, Do You Wish We'd Fall In Love? I
kid you not; the next chapter is so close to being done it's not even funny. And if you haven't
reviewed that one… Well, this is awkward. Kill the awkwardness by reviewing and you can read
the update when its posted! *wink wink* ;)
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