------------------------ I'll Still Love You More ------------------------
-- Author's Note --
With all these new stories coming out of the woodwork on Nifty, I decided it's about time I put my head down and started writing also. Whilst I realize that the numerous threads that have been overlapped or repeated throughout various stories exist, here's hoping this story doesn't bore you to death!
Quite frankly, the most enjoyable appliances and such we take for granted nowadays, such as televisions and stereos, were developed from people copying another's idea, merely improving upon it.
Whilst I am not suggesting that I intend or in fact will do such a thing, it merely justifies the overlapping and repetition that has been happening.
-- Overview --
Brian, Brian, Brian. Yet another. He has quite a following, does he not? Nonetheless, I would be ashamed if I wrote of anyone else! :) Here it goes...!
-- Disclaimer --
If erotic or adult content is not permitted in your area - whether that be province, state or country - for somebody of your age, then please leave. The author nor Archives take responsibility for your actions. This story is completely fiction and does not imply anything about the sexuality of the celebrities mentioned.
----------- Chapter One -----------
It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to happen. Of course, it is this way and it did happen. I can't change that, and neither can he. Forgiveness is the key. Always has been, always will. Of course, just because one forgives does not mean he must also forget...
Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, I lifted myself from the dining table and made my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity in the darkness, I reached for the light switch, just out of my grasp. Turning my head to more easily navigate towards the switch, a hand as familiar as mine own switched the light on, revealing my previously shadowed tear-soaked face.
We started at each other blankly. That's all we could do. The eyes, always showing one's truth, seemed our last resort. Probing each other with precision, we looked for the single flaw. The one thing that could tip the relationship over the edge. But alas, neither could find it.
He raised his hand to my face, caressing my cheek. Following suit, I clasped my hand over his, securing it there. Moments passed without gesture, until a small smirk appeared across his face. Apparently it was contagious, as I found myself doing the same within moments.
"You've been crying again, haven't you?" He whimpered, unable to predict my reaction. I nodded, ackowledging the obvious. "I don't know how else to apologize to you, Brandon. Honestly, I don't." I carefully dropped my hand from his, as he wiped his thumb across my cheek.
"Don't worry, Brian. We're strong enough to pull through this, believe me. If something as small as this tore us up, we'd be down at the city hall writing up the divorce papers every second weekend." I tried to lighten the mood, but only slightly achieving.
"I'm just so sincerely sorry, Brandon. I mean... Y'know... It just happened." Brian stuttered, trying to make the words fit together. I took my index finger and placed it to his lips, motioning him to stop.
"Stop apologizing. I know you're sorry, and if you could undo what you've done, you would. But repeating yourself every five minutes isn't going to change things." I quivered as I spoke, but tried to be rational, though inside I felt like dying. Brian could sense this. He placed his hands firmly on either arm and looked me square in the eyes.
"Let's make a deal, Brandon. I'll stop the apologizing if you'll stop acting like you're okay. What I did... I can't begin to fathom how you feel right now. If I were to guess, it would seem pale in comparison."
"So you'd rather I lash out at you and never speak to you again?" I asked, raising my voice. Brian squeezed tighter around my arms.
"Of course not. I just don't want you bottling it up inside and then repeating all that bad stuff that happened. It's history, Brandon. I don't want it happening again. Do you?"
"No." I looked towards the floor.
"Good." Brian smiled. "Now come here!" Brian cheered as he pulled me towards him, wrapping himself around my small frame, maneuvering my head to rest on his shoulder. Brian inhaled deeply, treasuring my unique scent that he had grown accustomed to, which he was deprived of the past few days.
I raised my head and brought it to face his, scanning his face. After a few moments, I smiled at him, to which he responded by leaning forward and gently placing his lips on mine, savoring the taste he was also deprived of.
As the romantic interlude continued, an muffled siren rang from Brian's pants. Forcing myself from him, Brian retrieved the mobile phone from his pocket and answered. "Hello, Brian speaking," he announced, self-indulgent. "Hey, Kevin. What's up?"
Only hearing the one side of the conversation, I had difficulty making out where it was headed, until a few minutes into the call.
Brian's eyes shot open, tranced. Shocked, he raised his voice. "What do you mean she's gone...?"
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