Fic: RPF: Say Goodbye (18/26).
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x_moonshine_xTitle: Say Goodbye (18/26).
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,554.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Say Goodbye
Chapter 18 – The Truth Hurts
Date: Wednesday 12th July 2011
Location: Notting Hill, London, England
‘How?’
Aimée stared up at him blankly.
Rupert blanched, quickly back-pedalling and threw his hands up in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. ‘Wait, don’t answer that, I already know how,’ he muttered. ‘God, I’m so stupid… I should have seen this coming months ago.’
This appeared to take even her by surprise and she whispered, ‘Months ago?’
‘The way you’ve been acting,’ he muttered. ‘You’ve barely left me alone; you’re so clingy all the while.’
‘I thought I was losing you!’ she exploded, the tears that had been threatening for the last couple of minutes finally spilling over and cascading down her cheeks. ‘And apparently I was right. But forget about that, who cares, it doesn’t matter does it, because you just broke up with me!?’
‘Don’t blame me for--’ Rupert let a sigh of frustration go, cutting himself off and turned away from her, leaning casually against the fireplace while attempting to gather his thoughts. He had no need to justify his actions, what she had done was a lot worse. ‘You told me that you were--’
‘I stopped…’
Blinking away fresh tears, Aimée shook her head, complexion now quite pale as the truth came to a head. ‘It was making me sick all the while and I couldn’t cope any longer,’ she continued weakly, her argument falling on deaf ears.
‘And you didn’t think to tell me about it?!’ he cried, his temper beginning getting the better of him. They weren’t children, not thinking was hardly an excuse, and in addition to being scared out of his mind, he was really rather disappointed in one of the few people he thought he could trust. ‘We’re supposed to talk to each other, Aims.’
Aimée bristled and began to fidget, muttering on a breath, ‘I forgot.’
Swallowing down anything he may regret saying; he fixed her with a stare and asked calmly, although through gritted teeth, ‘How long?’
‘Three months, I don’t really – something like that.’ She shrugged, making her reply rather noncommittal.
He sighed, dropping his head down in defeat and running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t deal with this right now, not when he’d spent the entire day building up to breaking up with her.
‘Get out,’ he said suddenly, the words so quiet he actually had to second guess himself.
‘What?’ Aimée wasn’t much louder either.
Rupert exhaled slowly, finally turning back to face her, his forehead screwed up in frustration. ‘Don’t be here when I get back… please,’ he murmured softly. ‘I need some space to think. I’m not throwing you out.’
This, it seemed, came as quite a surprise and her eyes lit up immediately. ‘You – you’re not?’ she stammered.
For a moment he wondered why she would ever think he’d do anything of the sort. It wasn’t exactly in his nature, throwing people out on the street. At least, not right away anyway, he’d give her a couple of weeks first. No matter what she said to him or what she came out with, he still intended to end the relationship today; it didn’t change anything between them.
Pushing himself away from the fireplace, he grabbed a jacket from the stand beside the door and pulled on the first pair of shoes he stumbled upon. He needed to get out before he lost his mind and his first port of call would be the pub at the end of the road. Following that, a very, very long walk around the city, he had no intention of coming home any time before dawn.
If he could, he would stay out all night, but he didn’t really feel like facing any of his friends right now, least not Dan who happened to live closest.
As Rupert stepped out of his building, he realised he didn’t need the jacket, though had no intention of going back, so tied it around his waist and started down the street. Trainers dragging against the pavement beneath his feet, he shoved his hands into his pockets and kept his head low, the sun beating down against him.
The night was decidedly warm and the sky tinged with the remnants of sunset, the nearby rooftops licked with gold.
In any other circumstances, he could have appreciated it, but not tonight, tonight he couldn’t even find the energy to look.
He ended up spending a good couple of hours in the pub, staring down into a half empty pint glass that he had no intention of finishing. His gaze eventually ended up fixed to his phone as he contemplated calling Emma to tell her what had happened. He knew that the sound of her voice right now would lift his spirits, yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that all she might say would be ‘I told you so’.
The thought alone made him forget about her for the time being and he pocketed his phone, making a dash to the nearest tube station and hopping a train to Westminster.
Rupert walked along the Thames for the next hour, watching the city lights dancing across the water.
Come three a.m., he settled down on a bench not far from the London Eye and pulled his jacket on, eyes trained to the body of water before him. He took his phone out from his pocket, flipping idly through the menu’s, passing Emma’s name several times as he did so, hesitating each and every time. Too late to call now, she’d kill him if he woke her up in the middle of the night over this.
With a sigh, he looked back out across the river, watching several teenagers messing around on the other side. They were obviously drunk, but definitely having a good time of it, something he’d missed out on during his teenage years. He couldn’t remember a single occasion when he’d done anything similar. Some days he wished he could reclaim his childhood, relive it all, but then he’d think about what he’d achieved and everything he’d been through and the people he’d met, and he would quickly change his mind again.
Five minutes later, the small group ran off again and he was left alone with his thoughts and they weren’t all that comforting.
He couldn’t even get home easily anymore. In fact, the only way he could get home now would be via a taxi and honestly, the thought didn’t exactly fill him with joy. He closed his eyes for a moment, running his fingers through his hair, and then got to his feet once more, beginning to walk in the direction of Westminster Abbey.
Perhaps leaving the apartment hadn’t been one of his better ideas after all…
By the time the trains began to run again, he finally managed to find somewhere to grab a cup of coffee and hid away in the corner of a carriage, attempting to hide behind a copy of the Metro. He just about succeeded; his fellow commuters were too tired to pay much attention.
Hopping off at Notting Hill Gate, he tossed both the paper and the empty McDonald’s cup into the nearest bin and walked back towards his apartment. He doubted that Aimée would have vacated yet, the time had already been getting on when he left last night and at six a.m., packing a suitcase would hardly be the first thought on her mind.
Sure enough, he was right and when he stepped into the flat twenty minutes later, he found her curled up on the couch, still dressed in last night’s clothes and her face red from crying. He paused momentarily to cover her with the throw from the chair in the corner, and then headed into the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.
Rupert kicked his trainers off and sat down in the middle of the bed, legs crossed beneath himself as he got comfy. For the umpteenth time that night, he pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and then, for the first time that night, he opened up a blank text message.
I love you.
He stared down at the words he had punched in, biting down hard on his lower lip and almost drawing blood in the process.
Now probably wasn’t the best time to tell her that, as much as he wanted to.
Deleting it, he continued to stare down at the blank screen for several moments, and then put in text number two, hitting send without any hesitation.
I need 2 tlk 2 u bout us, its important. Call me l8r, pls. Rupe x
He almost had heart failure when he received a reply only seconds later.
Ur awake 2?
Moving to lie down on the bed, resting his head on the pillows, Rupert gazed up at Emma’s response, a small smile crossing his features.
Another message came through before he was able to send one back to her.
Meet 4 coffee @ 8? Cud do wit a chat. Love Em xxx
And even though he could tell all was not well with her, he suddenly felt better about the day ahead. So what if he hadn’t slept yet. Sleep was overrated; it could wait for a few more hours yet, there were more pressing matters to deal with.
Jus tell me where. Rupe x
.x.
Author:
x_moonshine_xPairing: Rupert/Emma with slight Dan/Bonnie.
Rating: R (for later chapters).
Warnings: Real person fiction.
Word count: 1,554.
Summary: For some, coming to the end means having to say goodbye. For others, the end is only just the beginning.
Previous Chapters: Here.
Chapter 18 – The Truth Hurts
Date: Wednesday 12th July 2011
Location: Notting Hill, London, England
‘How?’
Aimée stared up at him blankly.
Rupert blanched, quickly back-pedalling and threw his hands up in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. ‘Wait, don’t answer that, I already know how,’ he muttered. ‘God, I’m so stupid… I should have seen this coming months ago.’
This appeared to take even her by surprise and she whispered, ‘Months ago?’
‘The way you’ve been acting,’ he muttered. ‘You’ve barely left me alone; you’re so clingy all the while.’
‘I thought I was losing you!’ she exploded, the tears that had been threatening for the last couple of minutes finally spilling over and cascading down her cheeks. ‘And apparently I was right. But forget about that, who cares, it doesn’t matter does it, because you just broke up with me!?’
‘Don’t blame me for--’ Rupert let a sigh of frustration go, cutting himself off and turned away from her, leaning casually against the fireplace while attempting to gather his thoughts. He had no need to justify his actions, what she had done was a lot worse. ‘You told me that you were--’
‘I stopped…’
Blinking away fresh tears, Aimée shook her head, complexion now quite pale as the truth came to a head. ‘It was making me sick all the while and I couldn’t cope any longer,’ she continued weakly, her argument falling on deaf ears.
‘And you didn’t think to tell me about it?!’ he cried, his temper beginning getting the better of him. They weren’t children, not thinking was hardly an excuse, and in addition to being scared out of his mind, he was really rather disappointed in one of the few people he thought he could trust. ‘We’re supposed to talk to each other, Aims.’
Aimée bristled and began to fidget, muttering on a breath, ‘I forgot.’
Swallowing down anything he may regret saying; he fixed her with a stare and asked calmly, although through gritted teeth, ‘How long?’
‘Three months, I don’t really – something like that.’ She shrugged, making her reply rather noncommittal.
He sighed, dropping his head down in defeat and running his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t deal with this right now, not when he’d spent the entire day building up to breaking up with her.
‘Get out,’ he said suddenly, the words so quiet he actually had to second guess himself.
‘What?’ Aimée wasn’t much louder either.
Rupert exhaled slowly, finally turning back to face her, his forehead screwed up in frustration. ‘Don’t be here when I get back… please,’ he murmured softly. ‘I need some space to think. I’m not throwing you out.’
This, it seemed, came as quite a surprise and her eyes lit up immediately. ‘You – you’re not?’ she stammered.
For a moment he wondered why she would ever think he’d do anything of the sort. It wasn’t exactly in his nature, throwing people out on the street. At least, not right away anyway, he’d give her a couple of weeks first. No matter what she said to him or what she came out with, he still intended to end the relationship today; it didn’t change anything between them.
Pushing himself away from the fireplace, he grabbed a jacket from the stand beside the door and pulled on the first pair of shoes he stumbled upon. He needed to get out before he lost his mind and his first port of call would be the pub at the end of the road. Following that, a very, very long walk around the city, he had no intention of coming home any time before dawn.
If he could, he would stay out all night, but he didn’t really feel like facing any of his friends right now, least not Dan who happened to live closest.
As Rupert stepped out of his building, he realised he didn’t need the jacket, though had no intention of going back, so tied it around his waist and started down the street. Trainers dragging against the pavement beneath his feet, he shoved his hands into his pockets and kept his head low, the sun beating down against him.
The night was decidedly warm and the sky tinged with the remnants of sunset, the nearby rooftops licked with gold.
In any other circumstances, he could have appreciated it, but not tonight, tonight he couldn’t even find the energy to look.
He ended up spending a good couple of hours in the pub, staring down into a half empty pint glass that he had no intention of finishing. His gaze eventually ended up fixed to his phone as he contemplated calling Emma to tell her what had happened. He knew that the sound of her voice right now would lift his spirits, yet at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that all she might say would be ‘I told you so’.
The thought alone made him forget about her for the time being and he pocketed his phone, making a dash to the nearest tube station and hopping a train to Westminster.
Rupert walked along the Thames for the next hour, watching the city lights dancing across the water.
Come three a.m., he settled down on a bench not far from the London Eye and pulled his jacket on, eyes trained to the body of water before him. He took his phone out from his pocket, flipping idly through the menu’s, passing Emma’s name several times as he did so, hesitating each and every time. Too late to call now, she’d kill him if he woke her up in the middle of the night over this.
With a sigh, he looked back out across the river, watching several teenagers messing around on the other side. They were obviously drunk, but definitely having a good time of it, something he’d missed out on during his teenage years. He couldn’t remember a single occasion when he’d done anything similar. Some days he wished he could reclaim his childhood, relive it all, but then he’d think about what he’d achieved and everything he’d been through and the people he’d met, and he would quickly change his mind again.
Five minutes later, the small group ran off again and he was left alone with his thoughts and they weren’t all that comforting.
He couldn’t even get home easily anymore. In fact, the only way he could get home now would be via a taxi and honestly, the thought didn’t exactly fill him with joy. He closed his eyes for a moment, running his fingers through his hair, and then got to his feet once more, beginning to walk in the direction of Westminster Abbey.
Perhaps leaving the apartment hadn’t been one of his better ideas after all…
By the time the trains began to run again, he finally managed to find somewhere to grab a cup of coffee and hid away in the corner of a carriage, attempting to hide behind a copy of the Metro. He just about succeeded; his fellow commuters were too tired to pay much attention.
Hopping off at Notting Hill Gate, he tossed both the paper and the empty McDonald’s cup into the nearest bin and walked back towards his apartment. He doubted that Aimée would have vacated yet, the time had already been getting on when he left last night and at six a.m., packing a suitcase would hardly be the first thought on her mind.
Sure enough, he was right and when he stepped into the flat twenty minutes later, he found her curled up on the couch, still dressed in last night’s clothes and her face red from crying. He paused momentarily to cover her with the throw from the chair in the corner, and then headed into the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him.
Rupert kicked his trainers off and sat down in the middle of the bed, legs crossed beneath himself as he got comfy. For the umpteenth time that night, he pulled his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and then, for the first time that night, he opened up a blank text message.
I love you.
He stared down at the words he had punched in, biting down hard on his lower lip and almost drawing blood in the process.
Now probably wasn’t the best time to tell her that, as much as he wanted to.
Deleting it, he continued to stare down at the blank screen for several moments, and then put in text number two, hitting send without any hesitation.
I need 2 tlk 2 u bout us, its important. Call me l8r, pls. Rupe x
He almost had heart failure when he received a reply only seconds later.
Ur awake 2?
Moving to lie down on the bed, resting his head on the pillows, Rupert gazed up at Emma’s response, a small smile crossing his features.
Another message came through before he was able to send one back to her.
Meet 4 coffee @ 8? Cud do wit a chat. Love Em xxx
And even though he could tell all was not well with her, he suddenly felt better about the day ahead. So what if he hadn’t slept yet. Sleep was overrated; it could wait for a few more hours yet, there were more pressing matters to deal with.
Jus tell me where. Rupe x
.x.
