Tears for Regret (One Chapter Story), chapter 1
Disclaimer: All this is fiction, as far as I know none of this occurred.
I don't own Billie Joe Armstrong or Mike Dirnt and I will never own them (damn).
Raining outside, Billie could hear his own heartbeat, each beat becoming an echo and fade away. The rain violently splashes the ground, breaking into a thousand pieces, which mirrored that of his own eyes. Tears kept coming down, running quickly down his cheeks, he felt like screaming inside. Leaning against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around his knees that his legs felt numb, his nails digging deep inside his pale skin, while he rocks himself back and forth, repeating the same words over and over. "So sorry," he whispered, more to himself than to the one he had hurt badly.
Mike stood there, not believing it at all. Sure, he loved Billie Joe more than anything in the world, but that night Billie had lost it all. Stupid meth. Though it was somehow logic. Billie lived in a constant internal depression, locking up his feelings, so when he lost it, he really lost it. Still, it was amazing how wild his mind could get.
"God I can't fucking believe it. First, the fury controls him while he screams and attacks me, and now this? Banging his head on the wall, falling and leaning on it. Crying, he looks so weak...shit I hate to see him like this...so fragile...so...helpless," thought Mike while approaching Billie. He sat beside the crying teenager, pulling him into a tight embrace that somehow got Billie out of his "shock state". Billie stopped rocking himself, closing his eyes as Mike took him into his arms, his own wrapping themselves around Mike's waist. He leaned closer to Mike's ear and softly spoke.
"I am so sorry." More tears came down, Mike remained quiet, pressing a tender kiss on Billie's lips.
Mike held him so tight, afraid that if he would let go, Billie would vanish entirely. Mike tried to refrain from crying, Billie had hurt him badly, more emotionally than physically. He pressed Billie's head to his chest with one hand, while stroking Billie's black hair.
It felt good, Mike stroking his hair ever so gently. Sooner than he would have wanted it, he was drifting through the path of sleep, his view blacked. He snored softly on Mike's arms. There in the floor of his messy room dead asleep, Mike grabbed a blanket from the bed, dropping some things in the act. Though Billie was in a deep sleep and didn't notice it. He pulled it around Billie and himself. He silently moved into a more comfortable position on the floor while holding Billie.
"Bill?" Mike asked slowly, in a meek voice. Billie let out a soft groan in response. "Love you."
I don't own Billie Joe Armstrong or Mike Dirnt and I will never own them (damn).
Raining outside, Billie could hear his own heartbeat, each beat becoming an echo and fade away. The rain violently splashes the ground, breaking into a thousand pieces, which mirrored that of his own eyes. Tears kept coming down, running quickly down his cheeks, he felt like screaming inside. Leaning against the wall, his arms tightly wrapped around his knees that his legs felt numb, his nails digging deep inside his pale skin, while he rocks himself back and forth, repeating the same words over and over. "So sorry," he whispered, more to himself than to the one he had hurt badly.
Mike stood there, not believing it at all. Sure, he loved Billie Joe more than anything in the world, but that night Billie had lost it all. Stupid meth. Though it was somehow logic. Billie lived in a constant internal depression, locking up his feelings, so when he lost it, he really lost it. Still, it was amazing how wild his mind could get.
"God I can't fucking believe it. First, the fury controls him while he screams and attacks me, and now this? Banging his head on the wall, falling and leaning on it. Crying, he looks so weak...shit I hate to see him like this...so fragile...so...helpless," thought Mike while approaching Billie. He sat beside the crying teenager, pulling him into a tight embrace that somehow got Billie out of his "shock state". Billie stopped rocking himself, closing his eyes as Mike took him into his arms, his own wrapping themselves around Mike's waist. He leaned closer to Mike's ear and softly spoke.
"I am so sorry." More tears came down, Mike remained quiet, pressing a tender kiss on Billie's lips.
Mike held him so tight, afraid that if he would let go, Billie would vanish entirely. Mike tried to refrain from crying, Billie had hurt him badly, more emotionally than physically. He pressed Billie's head to his chest with one hand, while stroking Billie's black hair.
It felt good, Mike stroking his hair ever so gently. Sooner than he would have wanted it, he was drifting through the path of sleep, his view blacked. He snored softly on Mike's arms. There in the floor of his messy room dead asleep, Mike grabbed a blanket from the bed, dropping some things in the act. Though Billie was in a deep sleep and didn't notice it. He pulled it around Billie and himself. He silently moved into a more comfortable position on the floor while holding Billie.
"Bill?" Mike asked slowly, in a meek voice. Billie let out a soft groan in response. "Love you."
