A lonely way to be
Megadeth, Metallica slash fic by Julietds
Disclaimer: No harm or offence is intended by this or any of my stories. It's pure fiction only partially or totally inspired by players and, in some case, by events that actually happened. Either way, I don't know these guys personally and my writings are meant to be purely for entertainment, so don't sue me, I can guarantee you it wouldn't be worth it anyway.
Notes: I haven't been posting much lately. Some kind of writer's block I guess, but I'm back (not really) from holidays so here's something to celebrate (or not, this is so sad). Let me know what you think about it, anyway! :)
It's weird, you know.
I'd have never imagined our... friendship was meant to fall apart this way.
I mean... I call you, you don't pick up the phone, I end up like a schoolgirl weeping for her first crush on your voicemail. Cause who needs a shrink anyway, right?
I get it, you don't want to talk to me and despite all the lame birthday messages I send you over the years, I get why. I know you listened to them, though. I know what I did to deserve all of this. Considering the nature of the disease, I...
“Let's not go there again”, right? I know, I know. Rule number one broken. Sorry. It's just that talking to nobody is kinda... weird. Familiar. Picking up the phone is not a crime, you know. No one would know it, cross my heart.
And if you want to know a little secret, there's an alluring glass of fine, red wine sharing this special day of the year with me. That's how it's always been, I guess. See? We've got privacy, man.
Unless you're with... somebody.
Asking for a second chance is not an option, I'm aware of that. That's because I've been asking for that chance like a million times and the answer was always the same. It makes me... makes me...
Sorry, I don't even know why I keep tying up your phone.
I'm very busy actually and you're probably out with the guys and your family right now or working on the new album. How's that going, by the way? How's your kids? Shit, last time I saw your boy, he had become so tall! Castor, right? At this rate, he's gonna get head and shoulders above all of us!
Plus, he's got daddy's eyes and... well... his grin. I bet he makes all the girls falter.
Call me sometimes.
We could... hang out, maybe. If you'd like to.
Oh, and... I was almost forgetting about it.
Happy birthday, James.
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Thr inner monologue of poor Jason io brillint- IF it is Jason
Julietds's response: Theoretically, it could work! Tbh, Jason as narrator would twist my view on this story a little, since the one who's talking is Dave. A still-crazy-in-love-with-his-old-flame Dave. These two have more than one thing in common, though!
Comment by NeennE -
08/05/16 - 09:14AM
This is so sad, kicks you right in the gut despite how short it is. You know I love your writing, but this dribble packs and extra punch, glad you uploaded it! :3
Julietds's response: Yeah, I was in the mood for some melancholy I guess! Thanks for dropping by man, your reviews are always very appreaciated ;)
Oww, this broke my heart :| poor Dave, I can totally relate to him. Kudos though, great work ^^
Julietds's response: Thank you very much! Counting mine too, three broken hearts are better than one :')