Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Cecilia seemed to physically calm down a bit, when Vivian admitted she wasn't going to leave, that it had merely meant to be something she could chose. Cecilia wasn't sure that was entirely true, however. It hadn't felt like she was given a choice. She wasn't even sure she wanted that choice anymore. Her life was a mess right now, Vivian's was.. Right. She, was in a place that she belonged. A place she should be. Why should she be dragged down, by her pathetic ex-girlfriend? The fact that Cecilia was hurting, didn't give her the right to hurt Vivian back. Did it? Maybe it did. Just a little? These thoughts ran through her head, causing her to give a slight whimper again, her emotions battling once more. Of course it wasn't fair. This wasn't entirely Vivians doing, and she knew that. It had been an unfortunate chain of events, that had caused this. Vivian just needed to understand.. How bad, it had hurt. Cecilia couldn't look up, as Vivian continued explaining. Saying she hadn't wanted to hurt her. Cecilia stroked her hands against her sides, fingers pressing gently into her leather jacket, sniffling a single time. But when Vivian raised her voice, her redened eyes turned up to the woman again. Sure, Cecilia had seen Vivian angry before, but. It had never been directed at her. And, she still wasn't sure it was. This was.. Frustration. She wanted to believe, she'd done the right thing. She couldn't stand, having caused Cecilia this much pain? For some reason, Vivian's anger felt good. Felt, like it wasn't just Cecilia, who had mixed emotions. Who had two parts of her, vying for both her aggression, as well as her compassion and understanding. When Vivian's tone changed, looking down to Cecilia's lap, the blonde's head tilted slightly, looking down to her lap. It took a few seconds, but that comment finally caused a genuine smile on the girl's face. A bit of color even seemed to gather in her face, as her cheeks flushed lightly. F.. Funny.. Yeah. At least. That's what I told you.. Ever noticed.. After we grew up.. And when you did that? How often it lead to smooching on the couch, or.. Sneaking off to have sex in my dad's garage? Yeah.. Drove me crazy, when my hormones starting having a say in things. She giggled lightly through her nose, closing her eyes with pleasant memories, her head tilting a little further. And this had, been a pleasant memory. Remembering lying on top of Vivian, bodies pressed against each other, in a dance without music. Her body shivered slightly, as the smile of pleasant memories slowly dimmed, and her eyes opened again. Her fingers where tangling with the now empty glass by her side, her fingers twitching. Her hormones where now racing as well. She wanted to touch Vivian again. Wanted to feel her body, as she tasted her lips. Wanted to taste the pleasure of her sex again, more than anything in the world. Cecilia's eyes stared at the glass by her side, as her body was rushed over with emotions, blinking a single time, biting down on her lips. You where beautiful, on the stage.. I don't think, I've ever seen anything more beautiful, in my life.. Except maybe, when you where naked, in the bed by my side.. She started silently murmuring, her eyes trailing back up to Vivian's, a hint of a smile still on her lips. Yeah.. Yeah, I did see the letters.. And I did hurt with you, each time you got rejected. But.. Every time you did, I didn't feel myself dragged further from you, and towards this town. Every time you did, my.. My urge.. To leave.. To join you.. Had you gotten a letter, accepting you into a school, across the country? She stated, turning her eyes towards the window behind the instruments, her head slowly shaking. I would've left this stupid town, and not looked back. She stated, barely murmuring the statement, as her eyes dropped down into her lap again. You.. Do, deserve your career. You did deserve better, then I could provide. Cecilia stated, as she started weakly trying to stand up. Her hands had to support her, against the wall behind her as she did, her legs trembling slightly. You deserved an Orchestra. Instruments, that where mainstream, and actually had a chance at a breakthrough. Not. Some.. Guitar, to make Indie music, in a Garage with.. She admitted, stopping when she stood, leaning against the wall, still behind her back. She raised the glass she'd brought up with her, turning it in her hands, as her body trembled again. But, this tremble, wasn't nerves. It wasn't a pleasant shiver. It was her anger, coming out to show itself on her skin, as it goose bumped along her arms. But I deserved more too! She demanded, whipping her eyes back to Vivian's, the grip of the glass in her hand tightening. I deserved.. So much more, then an empty bed, and a fucking shattered heart! Cecilia growled, tossing the glass she was holding towards the kitchen, causing it to shatter against the floor out there. The toss hadn't been close to Vivian, but it still shocked Cecilia herself, putting a hand in front of her lips. And, she'd cursed. Badly. She never did that. Practically, never did, at least. Sure, she did in her mind, when thinking about things, but she never said the words. Where had that come from? Cecilia cried out, pushing away from the wall where she stood, her expression seemingly wanting to say more, and not to be interrupted, but she couldn't find the words. She paced towards her instruments for a moment, moving her hands to her face, squeezing it firmly, and stroking her hands into her hair, finally finding words. You talk.. As if I should hate you.. Above all else, I should hate you.. Only, hate you.. But.. But I can't! I.. I so wish I could, Vivy. Hating you would.. Would be so simple, but that hate wouldn't be fair.. Or.. Maybe it would, but.. I just can't! I can't hate you, for doing what was right for you. Even though, maybe I should, because what was right for you, destroyed me. Twisted my music, broken my heart. But I can't, because I still lo! Cecilia's hands had basically started pulling at her hair, at this point, when she stopped herself from talking, having stopped by her Guitar, now leading against the wall by it's side. What she almost said, was so true, but she didn't want to say it outright. She groaned softly, moving her hands back to her stomach, hugging it tightly, wanting to hug the churning of it away, which obviously didn't help. Her eyes looked back towards Vivian. I.. I think. You should leave. Just.. Leave here, but.. Stay in town? Do you have.. A place to stay here, where.. Where I can contact you? I think we both need to. Think. At this point. Her lips where trembling at this suggestion, whilst her body was shivering uncomfortably. But she did need to think. Need to try and figure out, what exactly she wanted. Vivian'd said she wanted to give her a choice? Well, she'd have to wait until Cecilia actually knew which choice she wanted to make. She wasn't just going to throw this chance away, on the raw emotions she felt tonight. She wasn't going to let this mixture of emotions, make her choices.